Supernatural - Castiel x WinchesterSister!Reader
Warnings: Dis is spicccyyy~ Very suggestive (but no smut ever). PG-13 content! Jumping out of my comfort zone with this one... I hope you likeee. No use of (Y/N), only nicknames.
Word Count: 2,907
At first, you and Cas's relationship starts off slow. Cautious. It was new for both of you, and you particularly felt it was important to keep it from your brothers while you figured everything out together. Sam might understand, but you know how close Dean is with Cas, and if he ever found out Cas was dating his baby sister? You shiver just thinking about it. And besides, all of this sneaking around, holding hands when they're not looking, stealing hot kisses in alleys, it's exciting.
Sam and Dean know Cas has feelings for you; you can tell in the way they give him those pitying looks. And Cas has even told you on a few occasions that they've warned him not to get too close to you. They know you're with someone, they know you've been sneaking men in and out of your room, but what they don't know is that it's one man, and that man--or, well, angel--is their honorary brother, Castiel.
Once the awkward newness of your relationship with Cas developed into something stronger, neither of you has been able to stay apart for long. Even when he’s out and can't answer Sam or Dean's prayers, if you call for him, he's there within seconds. You know it's an incredible privilege to have him at your beck and call, and sometimes when he answers, the first words out of his mouth are, "I'm sorry, but I don't have long." And then it takes everything in your willpower not to pounce on him where he stands. Grab him by the top of his tan trench coat, smash your lips to his, throw him on your bed, and keep him from his duties for hours…
You haven't seen him in the last week, and you swear your heart physically hurts with how much you miss him. Sam and Dean have prayed, you've called for him, and he still hasn't shown. Instead, he calls using a phone, answering the not-so-urgent questions your brothers had and then disappearing again. You don't dare talk to him in front of your older brothers like that; you're sure they'd be able to sense something's off.
But Castiel called you last night, after everyone had gone to bed, just to let you know that he was alright, to apologize profusely for not answering your calls, and that he misses you terribly. He explained briefly that he was following up on ‘something important’ and would see you soon, but tonight, you didn't plan on taking ‘see you soon’ for an answer. You know it would only take him seconds to flap his wings and get his butt over to see you, even just for a few minutes, and you knew he wasn't on any life-critical mission because if he were, he would’ve told you. In all honesty, you feel like he’s been avoiding you this past week, and you’re not sure why. Your relationship is the best it’s ever been. You both openly communicate with one another; you spend hours together late at night cuddling, talking, and then there’s the intimacy.
At first, Cas was too nervous, worried he might hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable, so everything was slow. He wanted to make sure everything was done right by you. He was so timid that he would never initiate physical affection. He’d let you come to him first and make sure it was absolutely what you wanted without any persuasion on his part, but now, especially in the last couple of months, it felt like he couldn’t keep his hands off you! Whenever your brothers weren’t paying attention, or they’d round a corner before the two of you did, Cas would still for a second or two, kissing your lips, the back of your neck, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He loves you, and he reminds you every day of how much, so you don’t understand where his standoffish behavior is coming from. You’re determined to find out.
Sitting on a stool at the old-school dining table in the men of letters’ kitchen, you wonder about Castiel. You roll a glass of water, listening to the quiet roll of the rounded edge on the wood table, watching the glass sweat condensation. It isn’t like Castiel to go this long without seeing you, but it isn’t unlike him to avoid. He knows he’s sometimes too direct in conversations and how that can put some people off, but you’re not some people. You’re his girlfriend. And you miss him. Terribly. Your blood runs hot, and your body aches for him. Just the thought of hearing his deep, gravelly voice raises the hair on your neck and fills your stomach with a tingling sensation. You wet your lips and gulp. That angel practically has your knees weak just at the thought of him, and he has the audacity to be away from you?
"Hey, there, Reckless," Dean says, using your childhood nickname.
You startle, sitting up a little straighter in your chair as he passes you to the refrigerator.
“Woah,” Dean says, gesturing at you. “What’s got you so jumpy?"
You shake your head, trying to clear your completely inappropriate thoughts. "Nothing, just… couldn't sleep." You pull your glass of water from the table and sip. The cold condensation drips down your neck and onto the warm skin at your chest, sending a shiver down your spine. You can’t shake the thought of Castiel running his tongue across to catch the cool drops of water…
"Nightmares?" Dean asks, opening the fridge and grabbing a glass bottle.
"I didn't sleep to find out," you say with a small shrug. You clear your throat quietly, begging your mind to focus on something other than that hot, hot angel. "You?"
Dean grunts, popping the cap off his beer using the edge of the countertop. "Smart," he says, taking a swig.
You stare at him from under your brow, giving him a stern, I-know-you're-avoiding-answering-my-question look. He catches it, and a small acknowledging chuckle escapes him.
"Yeah, okay, you got me," he says with a shrug, taking another drink. "I had a nightmare. It's not the end of the world."
"Not right now, it isn't," you grumble, sipping your water.
"Touche." He leans against the countertop, crossing his arms casually. "So, you gonna call on one of your secret men to help you sleep again tonight?" Dean asks teasingly.
You scoff, grabbing the hand towel beside you and throwing it at his face. He laughs, swiping it off and throwing it back at you before pushing off the counter.
"Alright, geeze, take a joke," Dean says, still grinning. He walks toward the hall but stops just long enough to say, "Night, kiddo."
"Night, De," you say, unable to help the smile on your face. No matter how old you get, you think he’ll always call you that.
After a few more minutes, and finishing your glass of water, you only grow more restless. You consider calling for Cas, but you have to consider what you’d say to him. Right now, you don’t know whether it’s the lack of sleep, the stress from your latest hunt, or just the days without seeing him, but you aren’t thinking about talking… You tap your fingers on the old 50s-style dining table, mulling over your options. An idea pops into your head, and you bite your lip to keep your excited grin from taking over your face. You jump up from your seat and rush out of the kitchen, only to run face-first into your giant brother.
Sam laughs, grabs you by the shoulders to steady you, then stretches you back to arm's length. "Geeze, Lex, where's the fire?" He laughs.
You try to fight off the blush that rises in your face, embarrassed that he caught you rushing off, and thankful he can’t read your thoughts. "Nowhere, I just... have to pee..." you lie.
He raises his eyebrows, knowing that you're lying, but releases you, raising his hands defensively as he slides to the side out of your way.
You glance down the left side of the hall, where your room is, and then turn to the right, off towards the bathroom. You have to follow through with it now.
"Night, Lexy," Sam says, using another variation of your nickname.
You can hear the grin in his voice, and if you had something to throw, you'd toss it back at him, too. You stand in the bathroom for a couple of minutes, mess with your hair to pass the time, just long enough to be plausible before sneaking back off to your room.
You try to calm your racing heart and end up reorganizing your room in the process. You make your bed, clean off the top of your dresser, and kick your dirty clothes into their corner, all the while grumbling irritably. “I mean, what is his problem?” You throw your hands up before picking up another article of clothing. “Does he not want to see me? He’s never too busy for me,” you mumble the last part, feeling a tad bit childish, but unable to help your frustration. “I mean… Cas couldn’t possibly be…” You plop down on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the edge of the dirty sweatshirt in your hands. “Could he be getting bored with me?” You glance down at your casual pajamas and worry you might not be putting in enough effort to keep the attention of an angel. He’s literally seen other angels, in their purest of forms, and here you are, sitting in a baggy white T-shirt and sweatpants.
Just as you finish your sentence, you hear a brief flutter of angel’s wings from behind you, and your stomach drops.
“I could never be bored with you.”
Castiel’s deep voice rings in your ears, and the hair on the back of your neck stands. You shiver.
“Cas,” you say, breathless from arguing with yourself. You want to turn around, but with the blush creeping over your cheeks, you freeze, pulling at the fabric in your lap.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you this past week,” Cas says, his footsteps nearing your bed. “I didn’t realize you–”
“Where have you been?” You scold, jumping up with new energy and facing him. His blue eyes peer into yours, and his eyebrows pinch together as he pouts.
“I didn’t mean to–”
“I’ve been calling for you, praying for you, and all you’ve given me is a few phone calls in over seven days?” You say, tossing your sweatshirt in the corner vigorously. Castiel starts to open his mouth, but closes it, and you look away. Your masking anger melts away, and you fidget with your wrists and fingers.
Cas walks up to you with slow, sure steps and gently takes your hands in his. “I am sorry, my love,” he says just over a whisper. “I didn’t mean to cause you to worry.”
You squeeze his hands, watching them intertwine for a moment before pulling one from his grasp and lightly punching his chest. “Why have you been avoiding me?” You look up then, right into those cerulean blue eyes of his, and hold his confused gaze sternly.
“I– Why did you hit me?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Answer my question.” You say, landing your finger on his chest. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body, and all you want to do is draw yourself closer, wrap yourself in his coat, and kiss him until the sun rises, but you’re too stubborn for that.
“I haven’t been–”
“Yes, you have,” you say quickly, not allowing him to finish his more-than-likely lame excuse.
He takes a breath in and sighs, nervously shifting his weight and looking off to the side.
You’ve caught him red-handed.
“I was…” Cas starts, but hesitates. “Afraid.”
“Afraid?” You repeat, shocked. You instantly soften, relaxing your hand against his chest. “Afraid of what, Cas?”
“Afraid that I was taking things too quickly, and, well…” He stops again, but this time, a rosy pink rises in his cheeks as he continues. “Too much.”
You cover your mouth as a smile takes over, and bite back a laugh to just a quiet chuckle.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Cas asks in all seriousness. “I am telling you the truth.”
“Did you feel like it was too much, or were you just worried that I thought it was too much?” You ask, smirking even as you remove your hand to place it back on his chest. His hand squeezes your other one, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of yours.
“I thought that you might need some… space.” Cas explains timidly.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because Dean–”
“Stop right there,” you say abruptly, pumping the air with your free hand.
Cas stares at you earnestly, and you swear you can see his whole heart on his sleeve.
“I’m sorry,” you say unbelievingly, “but what is it that De said to you to make you think I wouldn’t want you around?”
“He said that you particularly don’t like to be coddled. And that I needed to back off because you were…” His eyes flick away from yours a moment before realigning, a deep sigh pushing its way past his lips, which draws your attention to them. You watch his mouth as he says. “...seeing somebody.”
“The only person I’m seeing is you,” you say quickly, catching yourself leaning in. You stop, trying your best to hold your ground. You look up at him through lashes, and your hand, against your better judgment, grabs hold of his jacket’s lapel, clinging to it tightly. “I only want you,” you say just above a whisper.
“Oh,” Cas says, blinking as the realization hits him. “Oh, you mean to say that you want–”
Before he can finish spelling your desires out, you pull him to you and press your lips to his. He instantly melts to your touch, his hot breath mingling with yours in a desperate kiss. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arms tightly around you, lifting your feet from the floor and spinning you around, which elicits a giggle from you, and he swears electricity strikes his heart. You pull away just enough to look in his eyes, and he says, “Why didn’t you just ask?”
“I know you’re comfortable with the whole direct communication thing,” you say, keeping your voice hushed, “but I thought you were avoiding me. You didn’t answer my prayers, and I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You could never bother me,” he says seriously, letting you go slowly so that your body runs down his on your way to the floor.
“Would you do me a favor, Castiel?” You ask sweetly, using his full name.
A shiver runs down his spine, and he hums. “Anything for you.”
“Would you not listen to a word either one of my brothers says about me?” You lean up, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before trailing down his jaw.
“Well, they say a lot of things,” Cas states, swallowing thickly as he feels your warm mouth meet the sensitive skin on his neck. His grip tightens unintentionally at your waist.
“And?” You ask, sliding your hands into his coat and running them from his chest, down his strong abdomen, untucking his white button-down. Your fingers trace the top of his black dress pants, teasing to undo his belt while you trail kisses at his collarbone.
“And I won’t listen to a word they say,” Cas melts, his mind filling with a distracting buzzing energy. He leans into you, lowering his hands to your thighs, his chin briefly resting on your chest before he hoists you up into his arms. He squeezes your legs tight, his grip sliding up to your rear end as he kicks his shoes off. His eyes are glossed over with desire and are locked onto yours as he carefully crawls onto your bed, laying you down beneath him.
“That’s my angel,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his ear, then his jaw, making your way back to his lips.
He hums, and the vibration in his chest rumbles against yours as he presses you into your mattress.
“I love it when you call me that,” he murmurs, his voice low and quiet, only for you to hear.
You smile widely at him, pulling his coat off, to which he quickly shrugs, and begins unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his eyes on you. As his shirt slides off his shoulders, his hands immediately find the hem of your baggy shirt. He slides his warm palms firmly up your sides, grazing the edge of your bra as he draws the fabric over your head, leaving you shivering in the cool air of the bunker before he pulls you close again.
It doesn’t take long before his lips are meeting yours again, but this time with a much more confident, driving passion. His tongue mingles with yours, his hands squeeze your sides, lifting you just enough to slide under the covers with you. He kisses down your neck, and his right hand slides over your arm, taking your hand and drawing it over your head.
“I missed you,” you whisper breathlessly, arching your back into his body.
“And I,” he says in between kisses to your warm skin, “missed you.”
✨A/N: So... how are we feeling? Definitely not my standard content... But I only have like 2 seasons of Supernatural left before I've completed watching it for the first time, and I've discovered something about myself... I am neither a Dean or Sam girly... 👀👉👈 Should this be a mini series...?
