#au!castiel

[fandom-hoarder]

Screenshotting myself from a longer post cuz we just watched Exodus and it annoys me every time

[pinbitch]

if i’m being honest evil alternate universe cas just deciding to put on a terrible germanish accent just because he thought it would be funny DOES kinda make me wanna hang out with him more than actual cas

[diminuel]

Castiel Outfits Part 1

Sam and Dean are now also up! ♥

Cas Outfits Part 2

Dean Outfits Part 1 and Part 2

Sam Outfits

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Watch Me Burn (P1)

Title: Watch Me Burn (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x AU!Cas. Fem!Reader x AU!Sam. This fic was inspired by both parts of “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna. Castiel and the reader are toxic for each other and keep falling back together until the reader moved away. It’s been years and now she is back home, waltzing back into Castiel’s life. She is determined to do better this time, to make them work, but outside forces as well as the scars the two have left on each other weave their way into their reconciliation. Will they be able to overcome the past and new threats to their sustainability? Words: 4,465 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Extreme angst, domestic violence, smut, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM trust breaking, fluff, language, alcohol abuse, !!! eventual !!! happiness

Chapter 2 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fic masterpost

The bouncer at the door was different, not anyone that you knew. You wondered what had happened to Derrick, you had liked him. The new bouncer had eyed your shoulder bag and you asked if he wanted to look through it hardly keeping the condescension out of your voice. He had waved you through without batting an eye; the Prada bag and streamlined look of your outfit screamed elite, someone he could not fathom causing any real problems outside of acting like an entitled bitch if your drink order was messed up. Looks were deceiving but still, you knew he was probably wondering why someone like you was coming into this dive bar. You snorted, thinking fleetingly he might think you were from the health department.

The place was fairly busy for 8:00pm. It was Friday, yes, but peak hours typically began around 10:00pm. Granted, you had been gone for a handful of years, so who knows what else had changed besides the bouncer.

Your eyes landing on him behind the bar caused you to come to a stop in the middle of the walkway. The light in his eyes was only rivaled by the dazzling smile on his lips. He was as you remembered: illuminating, his presence a force to be reckoned with. He knew the layout of his bar like the back of his hand, moving effortlessly around the other bartender to get whatever liquor the patron had requested while simultaneously taking another drink order from another customer. More times than you could count, you had leaned over that same bar, demanding passing kisses from him.

He was the reason you were in this dive bar.

Exhaling deeply, trying to rid yourself of the anxiousness that had just hit you like a freight train at the mere sight of him, you pushed yourself forward. Finding an empty seat at the bar, you slid in, placing your purse on the bar by your feet, tucked against the wall. Pulling your notepad, cell phone, and pen out out, you placed it all on the counter. You planned to look as chill as possible when he did notice you – you hoped it was him that came to serve you, not the other – to have the upper hand in the situation. At least for a little bit.

Keeping your eyes down on your work, you tried to focus on your project that had been thrust into your lap when you had been transferred back here – home – from the headquarters in Austin.

You could not help it and you looked up. Which happened to be the exact moment his eyes shifted from a patron, his smile wide and joking, and fell on you. You saw the moment it registered with him; his smile faltered, melting away to shock. Brow furrowed, he stared at you and you stared back. You offered an uptick in your lips at the corner of your mouth, which gave him cause to walk forward, closing the space between the two of you.

“Cas,” you greeted lightly.

He leaned in over the bar towards you and asked over the music, “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

It was not accusatory; he was simply confused.

Playing it cool, you shrugged, “Grabbing a drink after work? Is that alright with you?”

“After work?”

“Yes. Transferred back here just this week. Haven’t even unpacked yet.”

“You serious?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“That’s a loaded question and you know it.”

You laughed and he did too, the ice slowly beginning to melt.

“I’m serious,” you told him sincerely. “I’m back. And I came back to old stomping grounds.”

His eyes raked over you, lingering on your lips. He met your eyes again, slowly beginning to nod as he asked, “You still drink the same?”

Biting your bottom lip, you pierced him with a flirtatious gaze. Leaning in towards him in return, you said, “Make it a double.”

This time his eyes were alight only for you. “You got it, angel.”

Your eyes followed him as he mixed your drink, smirking every time he snuck a glance at you as if he was expecting you to disappear. He was as fit as ever, his strong arms tight in his shirt and round ass accentuated by his black jeans. You swore he had even more tattoos than the last time you had seen him – no, he definitely did. He had not had his left sleeve completed when you had left and there it was, looking pristine. You would have to critique the new additions up close and personal.

He brought your drink back over and you held out your card to him between your index and middle finger.

“It’s—” Castiel started to say.

“Just take the damn card. I need to flex somehow and show how successful I became,” you cut in.

Castiel chuckled, taking the card from you. “Open, I’m assuming?”

“Me or the card?” you quipped.

His eyes crinkled and retorted, “I think that answers that.”

“It sure does.”

Pushing away from the counter, Castiel said, “I’ll check back in.”

You watched him walk away, eyes zeroed in unabashedly on his backside, bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a swig. Oh, yeah. He never skimped you on the alcohol.

Smacking your lips, you picked your pen back up.

Only a few minutes passed before someone leaned on the bar beside you, closer than what was comfortable. Looking up, you found a younger woman leaning on her elbow, looking down at you with disdain.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you questioned, raising your brows.

“Yeah, there is,” the woman said. “You’re making yourself comfortable with someone who isn’t available.’

Clearing your throat, you placed your pen down again. Jesus, Castiel. Who was he sleeping with now?

“Is that so?”

“Stop flirting with him.”

“On the contrary, he was flirting with me.”

The woman let out a bark of a laugh void of humor, “Right. Yes. He is naturally flirty. He is a bartender, it’s what he does and it’s how he gets tips. Don’t be fooled into thinking it’s something more.”

The nerve of this idiot. If she only knew…

“Well, let’s make a deal,” you proposed, staring up at her with seriousness. “I’ll stop flirting. But, if I do, you gotta promise to not completely lose your shit when I go home with him still.”

Scoffing, the girl pushed herself up to stand tall. “I was trying to be polite about this, you bit—”

She was cut off by an all too familiar voice.

“Y/N. You are absolutely the last person I was expecting to see when I walked into this shithole tonight,” Maureen crowed from beside the pair of you.

You held the woman’s glare for a few more moments before tearing your gaze away to look at the aged woman. Maureen was one of Castiel’s regulars and it seems she was as regular as ever because she greeted the other woman, “Aspen.”

Her attention was back on you and your face broke into a smile trying to ignore the annoyance rolling around in the pit of your stomach, “Maureen, it’s been a long time.”

“It has,” she nodded in agreement. “What are you doing here? Trip?”

Shaking your head, you said, “No. I moved back.” You did not miss the slight twitch in Maureen’s face and you almost smirked in response. Almost. “Transferred back downtown. Same company, just better pay here for my position.”

“That’s wonderful,” Maureen said smiling but her smile did not quite reach her eyes.

She knew way too much about the past and you did not blame her for her reluctance to be truly happy about the news.

“You’ve said hi to Castiel, then, I’m assuming.”

“Yep,” you told her. You held up your glass and took a long drink. “Still remembered the regular. He has the memory of an elephant.”

Maureen chuckled, “He sure does. Aspen, want to accompany me over to the other side of the bar to wave them down for a couple shots? On me of course.”

Aspen was still glaring daggers through you, growing more and more upset with the unveiling of this friendly relationship between you and Maureen. You surmised she was quickly realizing you were more than just a woman who happened to just wander into the bar by chance tonight.

“Fine. Yeah, that sounds good,” Aspen finally said after what felt like forever. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

It was anything but a pleasure by the tone of her voice.

“Likewise.”

“I’ll be seeing you around,” Maureen told you and you nodded in acknowledgment.

The two of them walked off and you glared at Aspen’s back. What a conceited, entitled bitch. Now you were more determined than ever to take Castiel home tonight.

“Not that I have to try hard,” you muttered to yourself, picking your pen up for the third time tonight to try to focus on your report.

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At the other end of the bar, Maureen turned Aspen towards her and demanded, “What were you talking to Y/N for?”

“She was flirting with Cas!” Aspen spat at her. “And how the hell do you know her?”

Sighing loudly, Maureen said, “She used to live here.”

“I gathered that much.”

“Hey, cut the attitude. I’m trying to help you!” Maureen retorted, her tone tight. “Give Castiel space tonight. Trust me.”

“Okay, I—”

“You are sleeping with Castiel. Casually. Right? Unless something has changed recently?” Aspen’s silence spoke volumes and Maureen leaned in closer. “Trust me. Even if Castiel is a good lay, that –” she shot a look across the bar in Y/N’s direction. “Is not worth whatever drama you are going to be drowning in trying to hold onto his bed.”

“So, they’re a thing?” Aspen demanded.

Chuckling darkly, Maureen told her, “A ‘thing’ would be an understatement. Her and Castiel are absolutely toxic for each other. But, you know, like most toxic relationships, the two dancing just can’t seem to stay away from each other, no matter how many times they get burned or the damage they inflict on each other. No one can keep them apart from each other if they don’t want to be. And I’m going to guess – not to hurt your damn feelings – that Castiel is going to be occupied tonight.”

Aspen flicked her gaze to Castiel and jealously licked at her insides seeing him watching Y/N as he worked, his interest evident even as she was merely bent over her notebook writing away.

“We’ll see about that,” Aspen told Maureen.

Maureen groaned and waved her off, “Fine, if you won’t heed my word.”

Aspen pushed her way to the bar and pulled her shirt down, exposing the tops of her breasts before leaning on the bar.

“Hey, Cas,” she called sweetly as he neared.

Castiel gave her a smile, “Hey, Aspen. What can I grab you?”

“Uh, two shots of whiskey. On Maureen’s tab.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Castiel asked, “Maureen know about that?”

“Of course. I’m not a thief,” Aspen giggled, leaning further in.

Castiel set to pouring the shots, flipping the glasses onto the counter. “Well?” Aspen nodded and he teased, “Well, at least you’re a considerate thief if you are one. That’ll be a lesser dent in the bill.”

Aspen laughed at this and bit her lip, watching him put the bottle back down. He placed the shot glasses in front of her and she asked, “What are you up to tonight?”

Castiel froze only for a moment but she saw it, and in that moment knew that what Maureen said was right.

Clearing his throat, Castiel said, “I’ve got plans.”

“With what?” she pressed.

Fixing her with a gaze, Castiel said, “Stuff, Aspen.”

Clenching her jaw, Aspen picked up the shot glasses from the counter. “Right. Sorry that I asked.” Before Castiel could say anything else, she turned on her heel.

“So?” Maureen asked.

“Shut up and take this with me,” Aspen snapped, handing her the shot glass.

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A couple hours passed, small talk shared between you and Castiel in-between customers. He refilled your drink twice. You explained you were working on a report and he teased, asking if you could do it accurately with that much alcohol in you. You retorted to not underestimate your functioning alcoholism.

When he appeared again, he held out a fourth drink.

“This one is on the house.”

“I already told you –”

“Hey, I gotta be able to flex too right?”

Relenting, you took it from him. “Is this the only thing I’m getting from you tonight, Cas?”

“Absolutely not if you keep looking at me like that.”

Castiel’s smile was wolfish as he turned away from you and you felt butterflies. It was getting close to midnight. You hoped it was still true he never stayed past midnight, leaving that to his employees to finish up the last couple hours and close up the bar.

Aspen was at the bar again trying to talk to Castiel and you rolled your eyes watching the scene unfold. She looked far drunker than when she had spoken to you. It was blatant that she was flirting with him and becoming frustrated with his lack of reciprocity. And soon she was speaking loudly, and you doubted anyone in the bar was unable to hear the conversation from her end at least.

“Are you fucking serious?” she exclaimed over the music, her hands planted on the counter.

Two other women – Maureen was nowhere in sight – were at her back, trying to pull her away from the bar.

Castiel shook his head, ignoring her as he turned around and began punching on his cash register. Aspen was still trying to talk to him, but he was zeroed in on cashing her out.

He placed her card and the receipt in front of her with a pen. “Oh, fuck you, Castiel,” she slurred, snatching up her card. “I’m not leaving you a f-fucking,” she hiccupped. “Tip.”

Castiel said something in return, by reading his lips it was something along the lines of, “That’s fine. Just go home.”

“I’m not going the fuck home, Castiel. You’re being a jerk. I’ll find another bar.”

The women were trying to corral her away from the bar to the door no doubt.

She was resisting her friends, trying to get her credit card into her purse as they pushed her along. “Telling me I’m drunk. Kicking me the fuck out? Who the hell does he think he is?”

Aspen spotted you staring at her out of everyone else who was watching, and she pointed at you. “And that’s the fucking SLUT right there!”

Eyes were zeroed in on you now and despite yourself, you felt heat creeping up your neck.

“Latonya, get her home, will you?” Castiel called out and one of the girls helping her along promised Castiel she would, which made Aspen start swearing at her now as they forced her out the door onto the street. The bouncer moved into the doorway in case she decided to try to come back in.

“Jesussss. Haven’t seen her that drunk in a long while,” Maureen sounded from beside you and you jumped.

“Christ, Maureen. Announce yourself or something, huh?” you snapped, picking up your drink and taking a long drink trying to forget that you had just been called out in front of an entire bar by a drunken floozy.

“You’re already causing waves and you’ve only just returned,” Maureen told you, leaning in and you smelled the beer on her breath.

“I can see that,” you said sourly.

Maureen laughed before leaving you alone again. Scowling, you downed the rest of your drink, now praying Castiel was leaving soon so you could get out of here.

He was approaching you and told you sincerely, “Sorry about that.”

“Nice friend you have there.”

“I think you know what that was.”

“Sure do. Apparently, I’ve got competition.”

“I wouldn’t call it that.”

Snorting, you asked, “Right. Speaking of that, you still in the same spot?” Castiel pointed at the ceiling and you smiled. “Good. We don’t have to go far. When I said I hadn’t unpacked, I should have said that I haven’t because all my shit is in storage still and I’m staying at a hotel currently.”

It was Castiel’s turn to snort. “I would think you would try to look for a place before moving back.”

“I mean, I did. But then I thought that I might already have a place…” The alcohol was making you bolder to divulge your true thoughts.

Castiel caught your meaning. “That was mighty presumptuous of you.”

“I guess,” you shrugged sheepishly. “But then again, I thought I would already be on my back on the stockroom floor by now too.”

Castiel’s eyes flashed and you knew that had tipped things in your favor.

“Don’t leave. I’m off in a few. I’ll close your tab out.”

“Whatever you say,” you told him flirtatiously.

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You barely recognized his room when you stumbled in. Gone were the collection of beer cans and alcohol bottles, his ash tray was not in sight. Clothes were strewn around the room but there was a sense of cleanliness that was foreign to you. He had bought a proper bed, his mattress no longer on the floor. A large area rug covered the floor and you did not doubt that if you lifted the edge of it you would find the stains on the cream carpet where the two of you had spilled so many of your drinks and late night snacks.

His walls held proper framed posters; he had a lamp now, the only light illuminating the room right now. It was grown up. You had been surprised to see how tidy the rooms outside his room were and that had been jarring, but you had been sure you would find familiarity in here of all places.

“What are you looking at?” Castiel asked from behind you, his hands finding your sides, caressing.

“Where did my messy Cas go?” You asked turning in his arms, smiling up at him.

“You approve?” he murmured, kissing down your nose, his touches becoming deeper, squeezing you now to him.

You did. Really. It was a good change.

“Mhm, as long as you haven’t cleansed everything about yourself,” you teased, returning his nuzzle. Pulling away, you turned away from him again, tearing off your shirt and tossing it carelessly on the floor.

Castiel’s hands were at your bra before you could reach it, undoing the back without hesitation. He turned you around forcibly again and he grasped your face with one hand, yanking you to him, his lips crashing into yours. Your touches and clutches were desperate, wanting to explore every crevice and remember every curve of the other’s body that you had been deprived of for so long.

You fell into each other naturally, muscle memory helping you melt into the embrace. It felt like home.

His fingers were on the button of your jeans, tugging them down and you helped him kick them off.

Kneeling on the midnight blue, shag rug, Castiel kissed the hem of your thong above your sex before biting down. He pulled it down long enough to expose the top of your folds and he moaned lightly, inhaling. Hands on the sides he yanked the thong down your legs, tossing it aside when it was free.

Your leg hooked over his shoulder and his hot breath met you. His tongue was tantalizing, causing your fingers to grip his hair to pull him closer to encourage him to go deeper. His chuckle against your sex sent shivers through you and he obliged. A soft moan left you, closing your eyes to push yourself further into the sensation. Throwing your head back against the wall, you held onto Castiel’s head as his tongue explored your wet folds.

Castiel’s hands gripped your ass tight, holding you in place as he curled the coil in your core tighter and tighter with each passing second. A rough suck at your nub drew a cry and he flattened his tongue, licking you from bottom to top before delving inside. You rocked your hips as his speed increased chasing the high that was just out of your reach.

You were so close.

Then he pulled away and you exhaled in disappointment.

“You got something to say?” Castiel husked, staring up at you.

You remembered all your training. You nodded fervently, “Please, sir. I want to cum!”

“That’s my good girl,” Castiel growled before diving back in.

Shaking, you braced yourself as you came on his tongue. You rode his face through your climax, and he did not relent until you were done.

Castiel pulled away, his lips glistening. “That was a good one, angel.” You nodded breathless and he simpered in approval at your exhaustion. “Come down here while you’re still good and wet for me.”

You let him pull you down to the ground and Castiel climbed on top of you, smothering you with wanton kisses. His knees barred your legs from moving, holding you in place as he left a wet trail of nips down your neck to your breasts. You gasped when his teeth bit at your nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“On your side,” he ordered you and you rolled over as he worked on freeing himself from his jeans.

When he slid in from behind, you held tight to his arms, moaning in tandem as you stretched around him. Castiel held your leg up as he built his pace. He was going to leave marks on your neck, and you did not give a shit. His hand slipped down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

“Mhm, yes!” you groaned, arching your back.

“Who’s my good girl?” he growled against your ear.

“Me, sir!”

Your fingers dug into the rug, giving grounding as Castiel plummeted into you. He husked titillating things into your ear as he brushed your core, his speed on your nub increasing. You praised him, thanking him for fucking you so well, begging him to cum inside, and he groaned in pleasure.

Skin rubbing against the fibers of the rug, your breath quickened, begging Castiel to not stop.

Castiel’s arm locked against you when you clenched around him and he followed shortly after with a loud shout, emptying himself inside you. You keened feeling him twitch inside, relishing in his tight grip.

Relaxing back against him, you craned your neck to see him.

“Are we sleeping here?”

“No,” Castiel said sounding sleepy. “I’ll have you in a proper bed soon, angel, despite how comfortable this rug is. Just give me a minute more to relish in you.”

How you missed him and this. It was times like now that made you almost forget.

Almost.

You looked around the dimly lit room, trying to relax your breathing further.

Eyes landing near on the wall, you noticed the drywall was fixed on the right side of the bathroom, and memory seeped in. You remembered that fight in vivid spurts, the alcohol blotting out some of the other moments that had escalated tensions...

Castiel followed you into the room on your tail. Haphazardly, you threw his jacket off of you onto the ground, moving to go to the bathroom to take a shower in a vain attempt to maybe sober yourself up a little. You kept chastising him over your shoulder though, mocking him. “Oh, you’re a real fucking man, Castiel! You beat up a guy two inches shorter than you! And for what? Cause he asked me to dance?”

Castiel’s grip on your wrist was like a vice and you cried out, half in anger and half in annoyance.

“No, Y/N, because you had to go grind on him!” Castiel spat at you, his nose inches from yours.

“Jealous much? Can’t even let me fucking dance with someone else without going alpha.” You leaned in, scoffing. “You’re fucking crazy, Cas.”

“You did it on fucking PURPOSE, Y/N! To piss me off!”

“And?” you laughed shrilly, yanking away from him the split second he stared at you flabbergasted and picked up your beer can from the night before on his nightstand and taking a large swig. The beer was slapped out of your hand, spilling the contents on you and onto the carpet. “What the—” was all you got out before Castiel shoved you up against the wall.

“Well, it fucking worked. So, what now, Y/N?” He shouted in your face. “Huh? What was your big fucking plan! Tell me!”

Recovering, you donned a self-satisfied mask, not wanting him to get the better of you. Throwing your hands out sheepishly, you told him, “I just like winding you up. Sometimes it makes the sex better.”

Rage radiated off of him as he let out a half laugh, his smile more ferocious than anything. You barely registered his face drop before he cocked his arm back, his fist breaking through the drywall right next to your head.

“That how angry you like to make me?” He resumed yelling in your face, and you could not hide your shock, your mouth falling open. “Too far? Right there? You tell me, you manipulative bitch!”

Fury tore through you now that he even dared to do that. “Oh, you wanna hit me now, you asshole? Is that it?”

“Oh, fuck off, Y/N!” Castiel snarled at you, turning away from you, his fist white from the debris falling from the hole.

“You don’t just get to walk off now!”

“Back off!” Castiel shouted at you over his shoulder, walking out of the bedroom and slamming the door behind him so roughly it shook the frame.

Your hand was on the door handle, throwing it open to follow him. You were not finished with him yet…

It was patched like it had never happened, your memory serving as the only evidence it had ever been broken in the first place. Your eyes traveled around the room, taking in the memories from each corner of this room where you had spent such a substantial time. Each crevice held a memory, some good, some bad.

The past would not determine the future, you told yourself firmly. You would not let it.

Castiel had fallen asleep on the rug even though he had said he was not going to. Reaching up, you tugged the folded blanket off the end of the bed and threw it around the pair of you.

You snuggled in closer to him, holding onto his arm tightly, willing yourself to fall asleep comfortably in his arms.

pic source (i know that pinterest is the *least* source reliable but that’s where I found it!)

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[its-sir-actually]

I know a lot of you want AU!Dean to flirt with Cas and I'm not opposed to that at all but I'd really like to step it up a notch, I want AU!Dean to be MARRIED to AU!Cas

Like how cute would it be if AU!Dean kept looking at our Cas all longingly and upset because he misses his Cas

And how funny would it be if Dean noticed AU!Dean's ring and is like "oh cool, you're married, who are you married too?" And AU!Dean just turns and points at Cas like "him" 😆

[eeveestoneson]

If every other Castiel in all the other universes did everything they were told then what THE fuck was up with AU Cas' eye?

[webcricket]

Winter’s Eye

Pairing: Apocalypseverse CastielXReader Word Count: 1170 (Ch. I) Summary: Season 13 canon tells you how AU!Castiel’s story ends, this is how it begins. The deranged and damaged iteration of Castiel we met in the apocalypse universe - an obedient soldier to Michael’s cause barely in control of his vessel’s frayed and erratically firing nerves whose inherent kindness toward humankind appeared entirely obliterated - wasn’t always an unfeeling angelic weapon of interrogation. Once, he sympathized with the plight of humans; one, he loved. A/N: Multi-chapter origin and love story. No happy ending here, folks; just a bittersweet illustration of an angel’s devotion and the sacrificial ends he pursues to protect the object of his affection.

Series Masterlist

I. Stillness, an eerie shroud of silence, and new-fallen snow blanket the surrounding forest in a solid sea of white as far as the hindrance of heavily moisture-laden flakes - floating so slowly downward to rest upon the scorched earth as to seem to swath a sparkling curtain across the grayly apocalypse- lit sky - allow perception to penetrate. The purity of this storm subdues the smolder of destruction resulting from another - that of the end of humanity. In the all out fratricide between Lucifer and Michael, then the further lust of the latter victorious archangel for power in the absence of God’s guidance or intervention, what wasn’t destroyed in felling the devil for the final time, survived only to burn: A divinely wrought and prophesied Hell on Earth. 

The silhouette of a soldier, squarely plodding an unseen path through the white-wash wilderness with black-gloved hands shoved deep in the pockets of a dark woolen overcoat, pierces the blizzard’s veil; ice crystals mantle the thick hood of lashes shielding eyes that shine in bright blue defiance of the colorless landscape.

Castiel cares little for the bitter wind blasting the handsomely hewn countenance he wears. Howl mournfully lamenting the fate of the world as it careens through the leafless canopy of trees to hurl up frigid walls in every direction of his stiffly-gaited step, the incorporeally frozen blockades of breeze bite at his vessel’s stubble and frost coated cheeks; the relentless buffeting tints the exposed tanned expanse of skin with a pale wash of pink. Like the beige military uniform stretching broad shoulders, the body is borrowed - a prison for the celestial being entrenched within fighting his own battle.

The angel’s focus lies inward; he ruminates over the reasons for his exile - banished with wings clipped as punishment to walk these woods for openly sympathizing with humans, for defying Michael’s orders to murder them en masse, and for inciting rebellion amongst his brethren by daring to question the righteousness of his brother’s actions toward their Father’s favored children when they were supposed to be their protectors.

Castiel - too much heart, crack in his chassis, loyal to the last to his Creator’s purpose - led his garrison, and others who would join him in the early chaos, against Michael’s uprising army; the defeat against such a foe who held the high ground of Heaven’s gate as its first son was as swift as it was absolute; but Castiel hoped the stand itself would plant a seed - would nurture the idea in his kin that they have a choice, that they can wield free will and direct fate to right an immense wrong just as readily as a blade. Shepherds do not slaughter sheep.

Angels, however, have a fatalistic tendency to be drawn like moths to flame, blinded by demonstrations of raw power; power, which on Michael’s side reigned supreme over a stolid soldier’s mere words championing them to keep their faith.

Michael considered death - the eternal Empty sleep promised to Heaven’s kind - too peaceful a punishment for the sort of disloyalty exhibited by the likes of Castiel. Wiping out the entirety of Castiel’s garrison one by one with a snap of his fingers, forcing the angel to watch each of his brothers and sisters expire in a smote of swirling dust, and knowing he was the direct cause of their demise, Michael left the broken being alive to serve as an example to others harboring disloyal intent, and more so to let the angel who claimed to feel dwell painfully in personal doubt and guilt over the nature of his defeat.

Castiel might not notice the coolness of the air, yet he nonetheless feels numbed to the celestial core of his being.

You ceased to pay any concern to the cold a very few minutes ago, too, albeit for a different reason. Warmth - nay, intense tingling heat - sparked in your fingertips and gradually spread to your frozen limbs compelling you after a time to drop the damp kindling which you were trying unsuccessfully to coax into a fire by sheer will and friction. 

Roving angels seeing signs of surviving human life be damned, an impromptu swim in a not as frozen as it looked river and losing all your supplies as you made your way to a supposed encampment of refugees at the forest’s edge had forced your hand.

Ceding consciousness over to the pervasive soothing seep of warmth, mind too lulled by the temptation of sleep to question the fact it’s physically impossible to get warm in the midst of a blizzard when your clothes are soaked and wicking what remains of your body heat and life away, you sink sideways onto a bed of snow.

It’s there, lying beneath a bare branched oak on the bank of the river, palm upright inches from a pile of branches indicating you endeavored to start a fire, a final flutter of breath and a stubborn beat or two of the heart away from forfeiting your life to the storm, Castiel finds your figure slumped, snow-covered, and at the precipice of perpetual quietude.

The unexpected sight, the first sign of anything living besides himself - a situation that bears a likeness better akin to existing, rather than living - he has seen in months abruptly surfaces him from his darker thoughts of self- loathing.

A test, he suspects; squinting homeward, snowflakes spatter and melt upon the furrow of his upturned brow. Strings of protective instinct thread through his heart, tie into knots, pull taut on the organ, and tighten his chest until it threatens to burst. Even if this is a test, he knows he doesn’t belong there anymore; and he knows he doesn’t want to belong there if being an angel means destruction.

His gaze drops to you; he has nothing left to lose. You, you do.

Moving to crouch beside you, he peers closely into your pallid features. A subtle smile twitches your mouth as some pleasant memory ferries you toward oblivion; another second passes as he stares and relaxation floods your features. He removes the glove hugging his right hand and reaches out. Grasping the top of your shoulder, he rolls you onto your back; your water- logged clothing crackles - an icy sheet beneath his gentle grip. Shifting his touch to your forehead, he closes his eyes and sacrifices enough of his limited reserves of grace to keep your soul from shuffling off its mortal coil.

There’s shelter nearby, a place he goes when the monotony of wandering through these woods wears on him. He lifts you without effort; cradling you carefully, he sets off for the cabin. A sense of purpose and haste lengthen his stride.

For the moment, his sole thought lingers in the realm of awe for the tenacity of humans toward survival. Even in bleakness, in the face of no certain future, no possible stability, alone, and with nothing except the clothes on your back, you tried to create a light by which to survive. Hope lives.

Next Chapter: II

[angelstrenchcoat-67]

Our Song: It Must Have Been Love

Pairing: AU Dean x reader, Eventual Cas x reader

Warnings: None

Series Summary: The Lafitte and the Winchesters have known each other since little kids. As they grew, so did the love between the youngest Lafitte and the oldest Winchester. But not everything is a fairy tale, promises get broken and hearts break. Until a pair of dreamy blue eyes come in the picture.

Author’s Note: This story is co written by the lovely @mypassionsarenysins who has the best ideas ever. Every chapter has a different song as a name.

PART 2

"No, I am not paying that stupid fee" I groan as Jess holds the door for me to walk in. "Because you called to cancel three months ago, Mom"

"What happened?" Jess asks me as we walk to the elevator. 

"The venue called mom to notify that we have to pay a cancellation fee since we didn't cancel a month before the date" I explain to her before bringing the phone back to my ear. "But we did, mom even cancelled three months before the date."

"Sweetheart" My mom sighs at the other line of the phone. "I didn't cancel when you told me because I thought that you and Dean were going to get through the problems"

"Oh my God, mom" I laugh sarcastically as Jess leans in to press the 11 button. "I told you that Dean and I were over, that there was not going to be a wedding. I asked you with time, if you could cancel the venue since you knew the owners. I asked you just for one thing and you still couldn't do that for me"

"Y/N baby-"

"No, mom. You either find a way to not pay that fee or you pay it yourself because this is not on me. I had enough with all of this stupid wedding and canceling and receiving calls asking why we are not getting married. So you fix this" I bark, harder than I intended as the elevator doors open. "I have to go. Call me when you are done making me feel miserable about canceling my wedding"

"Don't you think that was a little hard?" Jess mutters softly as we walk towards the receptionist. 

"If they gave me a dollar for every time my mom has called me to try to convince me to get back with Dean, I would have enough money to pay for that stupid cancellation fee" I roll my eyes, remembering the time she called me sobbing after I sold my dress. "If she only knew..."

"Well, if only you told us what happened, it would be easier to understand" She gives me a side eye before turning to Hellen. "Hi, can you tell Sam we are here?"

"Sure, Ms. Moore" Hellen gives us a warm smile before picking up the phone. "Mr. Winches- Sam, Ms. Moore and Ms. Lafitte are here"

"Funny how we both should be Mrs. Winchester by now" I huff, turning around to walk over to the empty couch. 

"Y/N" Jess bites her bottom lip. "I'm really sorry. I don't know what happened but I'm sorry" 

"It's okay. Joking about it is my coping mechanism" I giver her a thin line smile as she takes the seat next to me. "As for Sam, I don't know what he is waiting to get on his knee"

"He is very busy with the new office and everything that is going on" She shrugs but I know that this actually affects her more than she leads on. "I can wait"

"Well, if he takes too long, we can marry each other" I grin, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "I do look really nice in a wedding dress"

"My ladies" Sam interrupts as he appears through his door, closing his suit jacket. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, we are just really hungry" Jess reassures him before walking over to kiss him. "Ready to go?"

"Almost, I have to sort some things with my coworker first" Sam explains before turning over to Hellen. "Can you please phone Mr. Novak for me?"

"Sure" She nods before picking up the phone. Sam turns to us as he rests his hips at the side of Hellen's desk. 

"So where do you want to go?" He raises his eyebrow before wrapping an arm around Jess's waistline. 

"Anywhere that has good margaritas" I grin, resting my back on the couch. 

"A little too early for drinks don't you think?" Sam chuckles but Jess elbows him softly, it's something she started doing whenever she knew I was having a bad day since the news of my broken engagement. 

"It's happy hour somewhere, Samantha" I roll my eyes before standing up as the door from across the room opens. I don't know what is going on but soon I find myself drowning in a blue gaze that takes over the room. It's almost like those ocean eyes have a spell on me because I feel all the thoughts going away from my mind. Then my eyes notice a smile that is almost blinding and like a warning of danger, my heart starts pumping really fast in my chest. 

"Hey Castiel" Sam pushes himself off the desk, extending his hand to shake it with the blue eyed man that could perfectly pass as an angel. "You've met my girlfriend before, Jess and this one is my best friend Y/N"

"Hi" He grabs Jess hand before turning to me, since I'm too far away, he just nods at my direction, a dimply smile sending shivers down my spine. "Pleasure" You sure as hell can give me that. No no no, I did not just think that. Bad Y/N, bad!

"So, the new files for de DeVile case just came in and I went through all of them so I just wanted to ask you if you can double check them?" Sam says as he opens a file in front of the blue eyed-god.

Jess moves closer to me to whisper in my ear "Isn't he kinda cute?" She giggles before giving the pair another glance. "And he seems to be more interested in you than on that paper"

I look up from my feet only for my eyes to find the dreamy blue gaze again. His eyes linger in my for a couple of seconds before moving them back to whatever Sam is pointing at. 

"Perfect, I’ll look into them later on" Castiel nods at Sam, grabbing the file in his hands. "I'm just going out for lunch now so I’ll do it when I get back"

"Oh, we are going for lunch, too" Jess chirps and before I can stop her, she is speaking again. "Do you want to join us"

"I don’t want to intrude" Castiel answers but turns his eyes quickly to me, as if he is waiting for my reaction. 

"Nonsense" Sam waves him off. "You are coming with us"

___

"Table for four, please" Sam asks politely at the waitress so he nods before grabbing four menus from the stand. 

"Follow me" He guides us through the restaurant until we reach the balcony and at the end of the hall there's an empty table waiting for us. "I'll be right back to get your orders"

Jess and Sam sit next to each other so I move to sit on the chair across from Jess but before I can reach it, Cas is already pulling the chair, waiting for me to sit on it.

"Thank you" I give him a small smile but he returns his dashing one which causes my cheeks to heat up. 

"No problem" He nods before taking the seat next to me. "So, Sam told me you two work together" 

I know he is talking to both of us but I can't help but notice how he looks at me, as if he is hoping I am the one to answer. 

"We both work at the same hospital, yes" I look back at Jess but she seems to be way to focused on the menu in her hands. "We are opening a bakery together with another friend, tho"

"That sounds great" Cas turns his body slightly so he is basically facing me. "You are going to have to invite me to the opening"

"We still have a couple of months until that but I promise I'll invite you" I find myself turning my body to his direction, too.

"And how did you meet them?" Cas tilts his head towards the couple, who seem to be deep in a conversation of their own.

"Sam and I go way back. We met when his family moved to the house next door, we basically grew up with each other" I explain to him, avoiding the fact that I used to be Sam's sister in law. "And Jess and I met at Stanford"

"Wait, you went to Stanford?" He frowns so I just nod. "I was there with Sam and I don't remember seeing you"

"Stanford is really big, and even if you saw me, you probably don't remember" I shrug, not really minding it. It's not like I had many friends, I just had Sam and Jess. 

"If I had seen you, I would remember" He flicks his tongue, moving his eyes back to the menu just in time before my cheeks betray me.

"Do you guys know what you are getting?" Sam asks us as I run my eyes through the list of dishes. 

"Yeah, I think I'm ready" Cas runs his finger along his jaw before looking at me. "How about you?"

I just say yes before bringing the glass of water up to my lips because I cannot trust myself to say anything else.

The rest of the lunch goes on rather smoothly, even though every once in a while I catch Cas with the corner or my eyes as he steals a glance towards me. I can tell Jess notices this too because everytime she looks at me, she either sends me a wink or wiggles her eyebrows.

"Y/N, you need to go back to the office to pick up your car, right?" Sam asks me as he retrieves his card from the receipt book. He insisted on paying since this was like the celebration of his new job. 

"Yes, I have to drive Jess to the apartment before work" We live close so whenever we have plans togother, we usually take on car. 

"Let's go then" Sam stands up, helping Jess out of her chair. 

Castiel extends his arm to me to help me out, causing my insides to flip. Like I said, this has DANGER written all over it.

___

"And did you see how he kept looking at her, even when you were trying to talk about work?" Jess giggles as she pulls the duvet over her body. "And how she blushed everytime he caught her staring back at him?"

"Yes! It was like I was trying to talk with the wall. And Y/N was doing th worst job at hiding it" Sam chuckles as he jumps on the bed next to Jess. "It's so weird, tho"

"Why?" Jess frowns, turning on her side.

"I'm used to seeing that look on Y/N when she looks at Dean" Sam clears his throat. "When Dean called me to tell me that the wedding was off, I thought it was going to be a temporary thing you know, like they were going to get through whatever was happening"

"We all did" Jess mutters, biting the inside of her cheek. "I don't know what happened but I can tell that it really messed Y/N up. She tries to pretend like she is over it, like it doesn't hurt her anymore. But I'm her best friend, I know her more than I know myself, she is still struggling"

"I've barely heard from Dean since the news came and Y/N refuses to talk about it so I guess we just have to wait until they decide to speak up" Sam tugs his hair behind his ears. "Dean is my brother but Y/N, she is also like my sister and I just want to see them happy, even if it's not with one another"

___

"Hey, little girl" I grin as Riot greets me at the door. When Dean moved out, Sam asked me if I could take care of her because he wasn't allowed to have dogs in their new apartment. I know he did it more so that I wouldn't be alone, tho. "Are you hungry?"

She just wags her tail excitedly before running off to her food bowl. "I'll take that as a yes"

After filling her water and food bowl, I open the back door in case she wants to go to her personal bathroom. I throw my bag to the couch but the amounts of cushions cause it to fall to the floor but my lazy ass decides to ignore it. I walk up the stairs, ready to jump in the shower to wash the tiredness away from my body but before I can reach the bathroom door, the house phone goes off.

"Riot, can you get that?" I shout back but I only get a bark back. "We have to compromise, Riot! I give you food and you do all the things I hate"

I pick up the phone to see that is an unknown number. "You lost your phone again, Benny?"

"Uh, it's me" Dean's raspy voice sends a cold shiver down my entire body. "Please don't hang up"

"What do you want?" My voice breaks as I try to push the words out of my mouth.

"I-I.. I don't know what I'm doing" He cries, the sounds of the city echoing behind him. "I just need you"

"Dean, you are drunk" I swallow down, sitting at the edge of my bed. "You need to go home"

"You are my home" He sobs and I feel a sharp pain in my chest.

"No, Dean" I shake my head as I feel the tears running down my face. "You don't get to tell me that when there's a pregnant woman waiting for you to get back to her"

"I don't want her, I just want you" He grunts. "I know I made a mistake but I do't think I can live without you, I don't want to have to live without you"

"Go home, Dean" I repeat myself, biting my tongue as I look back at his empty side of the bed. 

"No, not until you forgive me" He begs, his quiet sobs stinging me.

"Where are you?" I ask him, standing up to walk to the stairs. "I'll come and get you"

"Are you gonna forgive me?" He asks me with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Where are you, Dean? And don't make me repeat myself" I huff as I reach the first floor, Riot running to meet me.

"I'm at Clark's" He mutters as I pick up my bag from the floor and I reach for Riot's leash, deciding to take her with me.

After driving for like 15 minutes with Riot constantly barking at the cars that pass by, I pull over at Clark's. I spot him even though he is standing in the dark. This is Dean who we are walking about, the guy I loved my entire life. I could find him even with my eyes closed.

He walks over to my car, opening the door to the passanger seat. Riot immediately sticks her head out,waiting for Dean to pet her.

"Hey, pretty girl" He smiles down at her as I start to pull away. I can feel when he moves his eyes to me, his hand still on Riot's head. "Y/N-"

"Where do you want me to take you?" I ask him, ignoring whatever he has to say.

"Lisa and I had a fight so I cannot go there" He mutters, rolling down his window.

"Why? You cheated on her, too?" I ask sarcastically, although I wouldn't be surprised if he did. 

"Can we please just talk this through?" He tries to reach for my hand but I keep my grip tight on the steering wheel.

"I am not doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing it for you parents and for Sam because I don't want them to see you like this" My jaw tightens as the words fly out of my mouth. "Because, even though you don't deserve it, I still have some respect for you"

"I-"

"No, you are going to shut up the entire way home and you are going to sleep on the couch and by the time I wake up tomorrow, you'll be gone" I bark as I feel the warm tears wetting my face. "And you are going to do as I say because that's the least you can do, that's the least I deserve"

___

"Do you know when he'll be back?" I whine as I rest my chin over Hellen's desk.

"He didn't say, Ms. Lafitte" She looks at me apologetically, not really knowing what to do with me as I am a mess in the middle of Sam's office.

"Hellen, do you know if Mrs. Harvey called?" I stand up straighter when Castiel appears at his door, his eyes glued to the files in his hands. He looks up before taking a double look at me, realizing I am there. "Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry. How are you?"

"I've been worse" I sniff, pulling my bag closer to myself.

"Is everything okay?" He frowns when he notices my puffy red eyes. 

"I was just looking for Sam, don't worry" I shake my head, taking a couple of steps to the elevator. 

"Do you want to wait for him inside my office?" He asks me, worry covering his eyes.

"I can see you have a lot in your hands right now, I don't want to cause you any trouble" I try to smile but I know he can see that I'm not okay.

"Hellen, cancel my appointments for later and if anyone calls just let them know I'll call later. And please fax this to Mr. Hill" Cas sets the papers on her desk before turning to me. "C'mon, I have some tea"

"I think I'm gonna need something stronger than that" I try to laugh, bringing my hands to my face to dry the couple of tears that dared to escape my eyes.

"I have bourbon, too" He grins, opening the door to guide me in. Before Cas closes the door, I catch a glimpse of Hellen's grin.

Cas's office is really similiar to Sam but his furniture is black instead of brown and his couch has red and white cushions, unlike Sam's that are more on the green side. I move around awkwardly, like a just entered a den of iniquity.

"But really, tea or whiskey?" Cas asks as he stands near a mini fridge at the end of the room.

"Tea is fine" I don't think I can trust myself around Cas and alcohol.

"I'll put the water to boil then" Cas replies, turning around to sort the things out. "So do you want to talk about-"

"I was engaged to Sam's brother" I blurt out, not really thinking it through. I notice how Cas's back tenses before turning around. "And then he cheated on me"

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" He bites the side of his lip, walking over to sit next to me. 

"It was three months ago and I thought that I was done hurting, that I was finally closing this chapter of my life" I swallow down the sob that threatens to leave my lips. "But then he called me yesterday and he was drunk and-and I-"

And I can't hold it anymore because next thing I know, Cas's hands are on my back, comforting me as I cry my feelings out. I try to stop myself from leaning into Cas's arms but his warmth is stronger than my will so I let his arms take me.

"Did he do anything to you?" Cas asks me as I hide my head in the crook of his neck.

"No, he is not like that" I shake my head slightly. "It's just that seeing him again... It brought all the pain back. And Sam doesn't know why we broke up, no one knows actually so I've been bottling up everything"

"Why?" He pulls back to look me in the eyes, a frown marking his forehead.

"Dean is Sam's hero, his big brother. I don't want to ruin the image he has of Dean. Same goes with his parents, and mine love him and I don't want them to hate him" I explain to him, pulling away when I realize how close we are. "I'm so sorry, we just met yesterday and I'm bombarding you with all of my problems"

"Hey, it's okay" Cas's voice comes out like a whisper as he tugs a hair strand behind my ear, his knuckles barely touching my cheek. "I don't like seeing you like this and if there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it. You don't deserve to be feeling this or to have someone treat you like this. I just met you and I can already tell how special you are"

"Thank you" I sniff, placing my hand over his to give it a light squeeze before pulling it away. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything" He shakes his head rapidly as the boiler makes a sound indicating that the water is done. 

"Don't mention this to Sam, I mean, don't tell him what Dean did" I look down at my hand, touching the space where my ring used to be.

"I don't think it's your job to make Dean look good" He sighs but then gives me a side smile. "But I promise you that I won't tell him anything. This is not my story to tell"

"Thanks, Cas" I suddenly get the urge to hug him and for some reason, I let myself do it. It's almost like he was waiting for me to do it because he meets me half way, his chin tucking my head under his neck. "This really means a lot to me"

"I'm glad a could help you, really" He speaks against my head, his lips soflty resting over my hair.

The next minutes go by quickly after Cas manages to get some laughs out of me. Suddenly it's like I never felt miserable in the first place, Cas has that effect, I guess. 

"Call me if you need anything, Y/N" Cas opens the door for me as the elevator opens. Sam comes out with his brief case in one hand. 

"Y/N?" Sam frowns when he looks up at both of us. "If I had known you were here, I would have come earlier"

"It's okay" I smile at him before looking back slightly at Cas. "I had good company"

"I'm happy you think that" Cas grins down at me, coughing when he notices the funny look Sam is giving him. 

"Well, I should get going" I look between both men, Hellen holding back a giggle. "Thanks again Cas. Sam, you owe me lunch for keeping waiting"

"Friday?" Sam asks me as I call the elevator.

"You betcha" I grin at him before stepping inside. I turn to Cas, giving him one last smile. "Mr. Novak"

"Ms. Lafitte" He grins back at me before the doors close.

___

"What was that all about?" Sam raises one eyebrow at Cas.

"Can we go in your office?" He asks Sam, ignoring his question. 

"Sure" Sam pushes himself off Hellen's desk as Cas meets him half away. "Is it something about the case?"

"No" Cas shakes his head as they both step into Sam's office. "It's about Y/N"

"What happened? Is everything okay?" Sam doesn't even try to hide the worry in his voice. 

"I like her, Sam" Cas grins almost to himself, looking down at the floor. "And it's weird because I literally met her less than 24 hours ago but it's just... I can't explain, I just know that I like her"

"Trust me, you are not good at hiding it" Sam chuckles, sitting down on the couch across from Castiel. "Jess and I noticed it yesterday"

"Sorry" Cas laughs before turning his expression a little more serious. "But I, um, she mentioned she was dating your brother"

"Oh, yes" Sam breaths out, scratching the back of his neck. "They were together for a really long time"

"Is this weird? Me talking about her?" Cas asks Sam, a little more nervous than he intended.

"It's okay, I mean, I know that Y/N is having a hard time with everything and I just want to see her happy" Sam adds. "And you are my best friend so that's also good"

"I know she is still recovering from the break up but I was thinking of asking her out but I don't want to scare her" Cas explains to Sam. "That's the last thing I want to do"

"I think you should just give her the option, you never know what she might say" Sam encourages him, standing up to pat him on the shoulder. "Shoot your shot, man"

___

"Is it 8 already?" I groan sitting down next to Jess. "I'm exhausted and I still have another surgery to assist on"

"Well at least you end up at 8. My shift ends at 10 tonight" She replies before bringing her water bottle up to her lip.

"We should-"

My pager goes off before I can finish the sentence. "Looks like I'm needed at reception"

"Good luck" Jess keeps her eyes closed as I walk away. "I'll probably be here sleeping if you need me"

I head down the stairs to reach the main level where the receptionist is waiting for me. "You rang?"

"There's something for you" Charlie smiles as she points to a huge flower arrangement. "Someone has got herself a lover"

"Shut up" I roll my eyes, already knowing they are probably from Dean as his way of apologizing. 

I pick them up, a white envelope stuck between some of the roses. I realize that the handwritting doesn't not belong to Dean so I open it up.

Hope you are having a beautiful day, and if not, I hope that this makes it better.

- Castiel

"So, who is it?" Charlie asks curiously, trying to catch a glimpse of the letter.

"Can I use the phone?" I ignore her question, biting my bottom lip. 

"Sure" She hands me the phone before turning to her computer, realizing that I'm not telling her anything.

Realizing that I don't have Cas' phone, I dial the office's number, waiting for Hellen to pick up. "Hi, Hellen. This is Y/N"

"Oh, hi Ms. Lafitte" She greets me. "Would you like me to get Mr. Winchester on the phone?"

"Uh, no. Actually I was wondering if Mr. Novak was there" I play with the phone's cord.

"Oh, yes. Give me a couple of seconds" She replies before the typical hold song plays.

"Y/N?" Cas voices makes my insides jump. 

"I got your gift" I try to hold back the middle schooler giggle. "You didn't have to"

"I wanted to" I can tell he is grining against the phone. "So, are you having a good day?"

"I am, now" I don't mean to sound as intense as I do but it's too late now. "I-"

"I want to take you out for dinner, if you let me of course" He stops all the thoughts going through my mind. "You don't have to answer right now, just think about it, okay?"

I hold the phone closer to my ear, my hands shaking around it. "Okay"

"As much as I enjoy talking to you, I gotta go" He speaks again after a couple of seconds. "Let me know what you decide. Have a great rest of the day, Ms. Lafitte"

"Mr. Novak" I breath out before I hang up, my heart threatning to jump out of my chest.

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