summary moments of obliviousness, and one of realization.
content gn!reader, mutual pining and a confession, sam and dean appearances! fluffy fluff and gentle touches, cas is a lot confused and a lot in love with reader!
Cas doesn't know what's wrong with his hair, only that your hands are delicate as you fuss with it and that the concentrated jut of your lip makes him feel strange. Prickling and fuzzy all over, as if he's been under thick sunlight for too long. Except it doesn't burn horribly, and he'd like this morning to last forever.
"What is that?" he asks.
You stretch only slightly to reach, fingers at the tips of his dark strands and greasy with a clear, thin oil. It smells like patchouli and lavender, and he likes the scent almost as much as yours. He prefers everything that is you.
"It's to keep your hair from getting tangled," you murmur. "It's windy out today."
He's warm taffy at the sound of your voice. Pliable and stretchy, he feels his center of grace being pulled towards you. It buzzes when your hands pull away and a finger brushes against his temple on the way down. It's hard to refrain from leaning in.
"I like it," he nods. "Thank you."
From the doorway, Sam smiles and shakes his head, exasperated.
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An early autumn breeze kisses all heat from your skin with a chill, and sends your arm looping through the crook of Cas' elbow. You press close against his side, he presses back because he's got plenty warmth to spare, and the only thing out of place is Dean's smirk.
He stands at Baby with his feet crossed in the near distance, and when Cas glances down, Sam is watching from inside the car with an eerily similar expression.
"They are being weird," he tells you, under his breath.
Your throat bobs with a soft swallow, he notices. And as you step up a curb together and closer to the boys, your arm withdraws and he's left feeling empty. A crack in his chest that yawns into a gap when you throw him a small smile and open your own door to the backseat. He always opens it for you, he likes to, but you're too quick today.
"Aren't they always?"
He hums and slides in beside you, thigh bumping to yours.
While an argument about the volume of music ensues in the front, he watches with gentle cerulean eyes as your fingers twitch and your palm flips up in offering above your lap. He takes it with the only thought in his head being how happy he is to hold your hand like this.
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Six hours into the drive, the sun begins to melt down the sky with beaming rivulets of yellow. Your cheek squished to his shoulder and snoring quietly, fingers tangled into a fold of his coat, Cas thinks you're most pretty. The prettiest. More than stars and flowers.
You're drooling. But in a very sweet, tired and human sort of way, he doesn't mind at all. What does irk him is the slapping of Dean's hands against the wheel and the raspy voice belting from the radio.
"Dean," he grunts, very still. "Stop. Turn it down."
Dean peeks into the rearview. "Why?"
"It is obnoxiously loud. They're sleeping."
A long, bleeding sigh, before Axl Rose is silenced. Sam's head turns to watch Dean, and they share one of their silent conversations that Cas isn't very fond of. The Impala hiccups over a dip in the road, and he brings his bicep around your shoulder to keep you steady and undisturbed.
"This is getting a little ridiculous, man," Dean huffs, words underlain with a stabbed attempt at sincerity.
"What is getting ridiculous?"
It's all quiet for a prolonged moment. His heart squeezes at the feel of your weight, the breath that puffs out through your parted lips and fans on his collar. He likes that he's the one you're resting on. There's a falling in his chest, like a plume of feathers hitting the ground, as he thinks about how he'd like to be this for you always.
He blinks slow.
"All this... cuddling. And the smiles. And the touches."
"It is human nature, our dynamic is as such."
"Your dynamic," Dean repeats in a breath of laughter. "They're into you, dude. You've gotta do something about it."
Cas tilts his head and thinks. About your blooming smile and your hands on his shoulders, face, held between his own. The way you say his name with a dulcet lilt. How he's thrown into a golden, blossoming euphoria when you explain things to him that he pretends not to know about, just to hear you talk.
"Into me. In what way?"
Sam is so merciful as to cut in, turning around in his seat.
"They... they've got a crush on you. They're interested. Romantically."
He knows what a crush is. What had been a complicated topic has become something simpler over his time spent here, sweeter and pure, to think that you harbor such a honeyed thing for him makes his forehead balm.
Silence settles again. Pillowing atop him like fresh snow, he's met with the first loss of words in the spanning, expansive thing that is his existence.
"You good?" Sam asks, patient and knowing.
Cas nods. He is perfect.
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When you fall asleep in your hotel room that night, Cas is there and watching over you. As your eyes flutter open and contract under a hissing ray of early light, he's gone. You sit up, blankets pooling, a lonely ache between your ribs.
It's soothed by the message on your nightstand, relieved to know he hasn't left without a trace or goodbye. His name written in elegant calligraphy on a creased sheet of complementary notepad, you take it and unfold the paper quickly.
I possess a crush on you, too.
Love, Castiel.
❤︎
my cas debut! please have mercy on me as it is my first ever time writing for him!!
Masterlist, AO3
Cas x AFAB!fem!Reader
Word count: 3.9k
Summary: Castiel watches over you as you sleep, but when you seemingly have a nightmare, he reaches into your mind to comfort you. Only it wasn't a nightmare ;)
Content: smut !! Making out, Masturbation, Grinding, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), Body Worship, Breast play, p in v sex, cowgirl, cas loses his virginity, language :)
You closed your laptop, letting out a sigh. Sam and Dean had left hours ago, following up on a lead in town, leaving you to research. Usually, this was Sam’s job, but with Castiel in the wind, Dean claimed someone needed to “stay at home base” in case he came back. It was a weak excuse, but after the last hunt, you couldn’t blame him. You let vampires get the jump on you one time, and suddenly you were incapable of working a case.
At least they got me my own room this time, you thought with a chuckle as you looked down at your attire. It was rare to get time alone nowadays, and when it did happen, you liked to take full advantage. The small silk nightgown hugged your frame nicely. No matter how many crappy motel rooms the boys took you to or how many cheap army surplus clothes they surrounded you with, you couldn’t help but love an expensive pair of pajamas. It was your own guilty pleasure.
Deciding you’d done enough research for the night, you stood up and walked to the bathroom. Leaning down, you splashed water on your face. Distracted, you missed the flutter of wings, and when you stood up straight, looking in the mirror, you nearly had a heart attack.
“Cas!” you gasped, placing a hand over your heart. Turning around, you were met with the angel, his crystal blue eyes locked on you. “You scared me!” you exclaimed, walking out of the bathroom.
“I apologize,” he said gruffly, following you into the cramped room. You sat on the bed, watching as he took a place in the corner, standing stiffly.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were busy in Heaven,” you asked, crossing your legs. His eyes followed your movement, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks turned a shade pinker than usual.
“Cas?” you spoke again, watching as his eyes finally came back to your face. He cleared his throat.
“Right, my business in Heaven has concluded,” he paused, “I thought I would check in on you.”
“Check in on me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He only nodded in response.
You stood up, walking over to him. “Is something wrong, Cas?” Concern filled your voice as you brought a hand up to his forehead. His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, ignoring your question.
Up close, you could see his pink cheeks, his uneven breath, and feel his clammy skin under your palm. If you hadn’t known better, you’d think he was sick. But Cas had told you a long time ago that angels didn’t get sick.
Removing your hand, you watched as his eyes opened slowly. His mouth opened and closed like he didn’t know what to say.
“Castiel?” You said his name softly.
“I think I need to speak with Dean,” he finally spoke, his voice quiet.
Your brows furrowed. “Is it something I can help with?”
He shook his head quickly, stepping away from you and pressing himself against the wall. You took a step back as well, deciding that if Cas wasn’t going to tell you, you wouldn’t pry.
You looked away and turned your attention to the TV, nibbling on your bottom lip. It was a bad habit you’d picked up over the years.
Feeling his eyes on you, you turned back to Cas. “Want to watch a movie?” you asked.
He nodded once, staying quiet. You turned off the lights and climbed into bed, getting cozy under the covers. Realizing he hadn’t moved, you patted the spot next to you, giving him a soft smile.
You grabbed the remote and began flicking through the channels. You heard his footsteps on the carpet as he approached the bed. You listened as he removed his trench coat and shoes, then expertly undid the top buttons of his collared shirt. You felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked back at the TV.
Despite knowing he could never feel the same way, you couldn’t help the crush you harbored for the angel. It wasn’t your fault he was so beautiful, so sweet.
You felt the bed dip as he sat next to you, and you fought the urge to look at him. Finally, you landed on How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Rom-coms were a guilty pleasure for both you and Castiel, surprisingly.
“This is one of my favorites,” you said quietly. He hummed in response but said nothing.
You fell into a comfortable silence, watching the movie together. You felt his eyes on you occasionally but did nothing, keeping your own gaze fixed on the screen.
When you were sure he was distracted by the movie, you caved and looked at him. Your breath hitched. The light from the TV illuminated his face, making his skin seem to glow.
Your eyes wandered, taking in his casual appearance. The undone buttons of his shirt gave you a glimpse of his chest, revealing a build you hadn’t realized he had under all those layers. He looked ethereal. And he was in your motel bed.
You bit your bottom lip and looked away. Relax, you told yourself. This wasn’t the first man in your bed, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Letting out a deep sigh, you sank further into the pillow. You could feel yourself getting drowsy. You turned on your side to face Castiel.
“Cas?” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. “I’m going to sleep now.”
He turned to look at you. “Do you want me to go?” His voice sounded deeper than usual.
You thought for a moment. “No, you can stay if you want.”
He nodded once. “Sweet dreams,” he said quietly, turning his attention back to the TV.
You tried to stay awake, just to sneak glances at the angel lying next to you. But you were only so strong, and it wasn’t long before the world went dark.
Castiel watched as your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing evened out. He was surprised you had asked him to stay. From what little experience he had with humans, he found most were uncomfortable being watched in such a vulnerable state. Dean had strictly forbidden him from watching him and Sam sleep, calling him creepy on multiple occasions. Which was a shame, as Castiel rather liked watching over his friends. They were so much more peaceful while asleep.
His thoughts stuttered to a stop as you shifted closer to him in your sleep, most likely seeking warmth in your unconscious state. He felt his heart speed up like it had earlier. Letting his instincts guide him, he shifted, putting his arm above you on the pillow, giving you space to move. A few minutes later, you had maneuvered yourself onto his chest.
It felt wrong to be this close to you. As an angel of the Lord, he shouldn’t be as fond of you as he was. Castiel’s role was to be a guardian to human life—nothing more. But as you snuggled into his chest, those thoughts faded away. He wrapped an arm around you, feeling the soft silk of your nightgown.
In that moment, he knew you were perfect. There had never been, and there would never be, another human like you. Castiel had always admired you—your bravery, intelligence, wit, and all the other good human qualities. He had convinced himself that was why his chest constricted when you were near and why he could hardly think in your presence. But lately, it had gotten worse. Now, when he was around you, Castiel felt lost for words.
Nothing he could come up with felt good enough for your ears. He now understood why humans worshipped false idols. As disturbing as it had been at first, you had become his. And he found himself not caring anymore. It felt right—in a way nothing ever had before. It was what he had wanted to ask Dean about earlier. If it was normal to feel this way.
Soft noises from you pulled him from his thoughts. He felt your heart quicken, your skin growing warmer. You let out a particularly loud groan, and your brows furrowed in a way they only did when you were upset. Worried you were having a nightmare, Castiel reached a hand to your temple and entered your mind, ready to ease your discomfort.
As he entered and moved around in your mind, he found himself back in the motel room, replaying the conversation you two had had earlier. Confused, Castiel continued to watch.
When you put a hand on his forehead, he watched as the dream version of him whimpered, pressing his face into your hand. Castiel felt his cheeks redden. He watched as you moved your palm to the side of dream Castiel’s face, leaning in gently, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Your hand slipped downward, taking his growing bulge in your hand and massaging it.
The dream shifted suddenly, becoming blurry. When it finally cleared, Castiel saw the two of you in bed together. You were sitting in his lap, and he watched as his hands went up your nightgown, resting on your ass. Your hands were in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as you kissed him roughly.
Castiel couldn’t help but move closer to the scene. He watched as dream him ripped off your nightgown, revealing all of you. Castiel’s jaw went slack, and his pants grew increasingly uncomfortable. Your back arched as dream Castiel took your nipple in his mouth and sucked. Dark bruises began to appear as he mouthed over your breasts.
In the back of his mind, he knew this was an invasion of your privacy—that you wouldn’t want him in your mind. But when the dream shifted again, showing you pulled to the edge of the bed with dream Castiel on his knees between your legs, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to leave. He didn’t know much about human intercourse, but this was heavenly.
As Castiel continued to watch, a tightness built in his lower stomach. The feeling in his groin was long past painful, and he groaned. Reaching a hand down, he palmed himself as he had seen you do earlier.
Dream Castiel slid his fingers inside you, and the noise you made had Castiel’s knees buckling, forcing him to sit down on a nearby chair. He watched as you reached down, pressing his head further between your legs, hearing his own muffled whimpers at your actions.
Now moaning himself, he continued rubbing, the tightness building. He didn’t fully understand what he was doing, but God, it felt good. When your back lifted off the bed and you screamed his name, Castiel felt the coil snap. His vision went white as he was pulled out of your mind.
When his eyes opened, he found yours looking back at him. The real you staring up at him. His chest was still heaving, and he could feel the warmth in his pants. Looking down at you, he saw confusion in your eyes, but you weren’t faring much better. Your pupils were blown, and he could feel your heart racing.
Your head ached as you fought to regain consciousness. It was so warm, you thought idly, snuggling into the heat source. Breathing in, your senses filled with the scent of pine, clean laundry, and something undeniably masculine. A distant alarm sounded in the back of your mind, but you were too content to care. As your awareness sharpened, soft groans reached your ears. One particularly loud one had your eyes snapping open.
You looked up and met none other than Castiel’s gaze. Gasping, you scrambled off him, sitting up beside him. Letting your eyes trace over him, you realized he was in quite a state—flushed, breathing heavily, and staring at you in silence. A sharp pang in your head had you groaning as you brought your hands up to massage your temples, struggling to keep up with the moment.
"Cas," you breathed. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. Are you okay?"
He cringed and looked away, suddenly finding the wall much more interesting. Not this time, Castiel. A wave of confidence surged through you as you moved back toward him, swinging a leg over his torso and straddling him. That got his attention. His hands hovered over your hips, not quite touching you.
"What happened, Castiel?" you asked seriously.
He hesitated for a moment, and for the first time, you could have sworn he looked... nervous. "You fell asleep," he finally admitted, his voice quiet as he continued to look past you. "You moved closer to me. You looked—" he paused, "peaceful."
You hummed in response, encouraging him to continue.
"Then you started having a nightmare. I knew I could fix it, so I entered your mind."
You bit your tongue, uneasy at the thought of someone—even Castiel—being inside your head. "Only—" he chose that moment to meet your eyes—"I don’t think it was a nightmare."
Your brows furrowed as you struggled to remember your dream. You had been in the motel room, talking to Cas, and—oh. Your face heated as the pieces fell into place.
Only, Cas wasn’t done talking. "I am still not familiar with human sexual behaviors, but watching your dream, something happened." He hesitated again. "Something in my groin."
Your eyes widened, and you instinctively glanced down—only now noticing the obvious wet spot on his slacks.
"I felt a similar sensation when I first arrived here," he continued, brows furrowed. "It seems I’ve lost control of my vessel."
You clenched your thighs together, struggling to maintain composure. "I see," you murmured. Silently hoping you were reading the situation correctly, you asked, "What do you want to do about it?"
He licked his lips, blue eyes darkening. "I would very much like to continue your dream—if you will have me."
A slow smile spread across your face as you leaned down, savoring the moment. You brought a hand up to cradle his cheek, the other resting on his chest. "Can I kiss you, Castiel?" you whispered, your lips ghosting over his.
"Please," he whimpered, the desperate need in his voice sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.
You pressed your lips to his softly, giving him a teasing peck. As you started to pull away—thinking he might want to take things slow—Castiel made it clear he had other plans. In a flash, he wrapped his arms around you, flipped you over, and captured your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. You moaned into his mouth, matching his enthusiasm as he devoured you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
When you finally pulled away for air, you gasped, "Cas, where did you learn that?"
His expression was completely serious as he responded, "The pizza man."
A startled giggle escaped you. Before he could kiss you again, you pressed a hand against his chest, stopping him. He looked at you worriedly.
"As much as I want to continue this," you purred, "you are wearing far too many clothes."
Without hesitation, Cas nodded and snapped his fingers. His slacks and dress shirt vanished, leaving him in only his boxers. Your breath hitched. His body was even more perfect than you had imagined—marble-like skin, taut muscles, and a strong, broad chest.
You reached out, letting your hands wander over his skin, and he shuddered beneath your touch. His responsiveness had you dripping with anticipation. You could feel his arousal pressing into your thigh, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with longing.
"As much as I enjoy this," he rasped, "I would really like to touch you now."
Your stomach clenched in excitement. "Please do."
His eyes were wide, as he sat up and gazed over your body appreciatively. Sensing his hesitance, you decided to help. Grabbing his hands, you put them on your breasts, watching as he let out a deep breath. He began kneading them in his hands and you moaned as he experimentally squeezed your nipple.
You let him massage you over your nightgown, silently pleading in your head for him to just take it off. No sooner than the thought had entered your mind, Castiel grabbed the top of your nightgown and ripped it as effortlessly as he had in your dream, finally exposing your breasts to him.
You let out pornographic moans as Castiel began working you over. Sucking and nipping and kneading at your breasts until they began turning purple. His muffled noises drenching your panties.
“Show me” he moaned into you, kissing your breasts, “show me what you want”.
Your cheeks were red as the scene from your dream played over in your mind. At that moment you wanted nothing more than to see him between your legs.
“I see,” he spoke into your skin, reading your mind.
“You don’t have to.” you replied anxiously, staring at the ceiling.
At that he lifted off of you, rising up and gently guiding you to meet his eyes. “I want nothing more than to worship you” he spoke deeply, causing you to shudder.
He kissed you gently, before moving down. He placed kisses from your collarbone, to your breasts, and to your stomach before moving past where you wanted him. He kissed your thighs and you shook with anticipation. You watched with bated breath as he spread your legs, revealing your need. His eyes were almost black as he snapped his fingers, your panties disappearing. And without warning , he touched your center, causing you to fling a hand to your mouth to hide your ridiculously needy moan.
Castiel explored, running a finger through your slit. You could see how focused he was, his brow furrowed in concentration.
When he reached your clit, you bucked into his hand, causing his lip to upturn with pride.
“Castiel” you whined, unable to take your eyes off of him.
Hearing your prayers, Cas finally granted your wish, moving his mouth to your core and sucking. Hard.
You gasped and moaned as his mouth moved over you, it was nothing like you had ever felt before. Not for the first time that night you wondered, where he had learned this.
“You're doing so well, baby," you praised, reaching a hand down to grab his hair, causing him to whine loudly into your pussy.
Interesting.
Feeling the vibrations of his moans against you and the scruff of his 5 o'clock shadow on your thighs, your release came fast and soon you were arching into his mouth, screaming his name as you came.
It took you a few moments to calm down enough to speak as Castiel continued to lick at you gently, prolonging your high.
Soon enough you reached down to his hair and guided him up to you, pulling him into a kiss. You felt the wetness on his face as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“Your turn” you spoke seductively as you pulled away, causing Cas to look away shyly. “That may not be necessary,” he said, causing you to look down between you.
Oh my god.
His boxers were wet with cum as he hovered over you; apparently he got off on eating you out.
You smiled, reaching a hand to caress his face, watching as he visibly relaxed at your touch. “Castiel, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen”, you told him honestly, feeling against your thigh as his dick came back up to attention.
Apparently angels didn’t need downtime.
His jaw went slack as you moved your hand up into his hair, scratching at his scalp and hearing him moan as you gently tugged.
Deciding it was your turn to please him, you guided him to lay back and resumed your position on top of him, now pressing your groin into his. His boxers being the only thing separating the two of you. You rolled your hips teasingly, causing Cas to grab your hips tight enough to leave a bruise.
You bent down, kissing his neck until you hit the one spot that had him throwing his head back into the pillows. You fixated there, sucking and nipping at the skin until Castiel was shaking with restraint underneath you.
“Please,” he moaned, watching you through hooded eyes.
Taking pity on the poor angel, you trailed kisses down his skin until your lips met his waistband. Meeting his eyes one more time, he nodded with silent confirmation and you pulled them down, watching as his cock sprung up, slapping his stomach. It was pink, long, and impressively thick.
Even his cock was perfect, you thought absentmindedly.
Castiel’s groans brought you out of your thoughts. He was painfully hard and had more than earned this.
You spit on your hand and wrapped it around his cock, causing him to let out a hiss from the sensitivity.
You worked him slowly, moving up and down a few times before leaning over and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth.
Castiel let out a sinful moan, a string of enochian words coming from his mouth as you began bobbing your head up down, focusing your attention on the head and jerking off what you couldn’t fit. It wasn’t long before his abdomen tensed and he was pulling you off of him.
Releasing with a pop, you looked up at him confused.
“I want to finish inside you.” he spoke breathlessly.
You bit your lip, climbing back on top of him. Reaching down, you grabbed his cock and lined him up. You were impatient and you could tell Cas was too. When you felt his tip catch your entrance, you sank down slowly. Feeling each inch as he stretched you, a pleasant ache in your lower stomach grew as you reached his base.
You looked at Cas to see his mouth open and eyes shut, his head thrown back in pleasure. Shakily letting out a breath, you moved your hands to his shoulders, lifting yourself up until he was almost entirely out of you, before slamming back down.
“Fu–ck,” Cas drew out, causing you to squeeze him in response. More desperate noises spewed from the angel as you felt yourself pulse around him. That was the first time you heard him swear and damn did you want to hear more.
Catching his breath, Cas brought his hands to grip your waist as you began bouncing on his cock. Loud moans came out of both of you as you chased your high.
You rode him until the ache in your thighs was too much to bear. You paused, praying to him silently to finish what you started.
Castiel let out a feral noise as he read your mind. More than happy to take the lead, he held you still and thrusted up into you as he sputtered in enochian.
“G geh ol madriax.” he moaned, “Ol trian forever boaluahe g.”
His voice had you barreling towards your second orgasm. It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar pressure in your lower abdomen.
“Castiel I’m gonna cum,” you let out pathetically as he fucked up into you. “Me too,” he groaned, as his thrusts became more sporadic. You felt yourself crest over and cried out his name as you came. Castiel wasn’t far behind you, a few more thrusts and he tensed, moaning as you felt his hot cum pour inside of you.
Spent, you collapsed on top of him as you both caught your breath. A few moments passed as Castiel rubbed your back and played with your hair.
“Thank you,” he spoke quietly, breaking the silence.
You smiled into his chest, sighing happily, “No, thank you Cas.”
Summary: cas notices a new necklace you started wearing.
An: this is my first cas fic and I was so excited to write it!!! I’ve neglected my angel boy far too long! Thank you @athenadeen for your request I hope you like it. Also I love that necklace it is beautiful 🤭
WC: 664
The first time he noticed it was when he popped in on you, Sam, and Dean randomly one night. You were asleep on the couch. You looked ethereal under the gentle wash of moonlight, that softened the edges of the sharp and seasoned hunter that you are.
Sam and dean hadn't noticed him, or if they had they hadn't made it known. Not that he minded, he was too busy staring at you.
when a gleam of light reflected from your chest it caught his attention, only for it to disappear seconds later, then re-appear again.
He was confused for a moment, wondering if you were human, if he had missed something, how could he have missed something?
But, before he could question it, you turned on your side, now facing him fully and it was then he realized that your chest wasn't glowing, you were not some supernatural creature.
You were wearing a necklace.
An angel necklace. It didn't look like one of course, not really. But he had seen the little statues humans put up for Christmas, or the one some brought with them to church every Sunday.
He couldn't be mistaken.
You were wearing an angel necklace.
After that, any time cas would pop in, he checked to see if you were wearing it. You always were. During research, during hunts, in your sleep. He was almost positive you never took it off.
The one time he brought it up to you was when you prayed to him. He showed up before you could even finish your prayer. He stood right in front of you and watched as you continued to pray, holding the charm on the necklace like it was providing some sort of comfort.
He made himself known, and took care of the problem playing your mind. Only when he was sure you were okay did he finally ask…
"What does it mean to you?"
You looked at him in wonder. His head was tilted to the side like it did every time he was trying o understand something human. "What does what mean to me?" You asked.
"Your necklace, it's an angel." He answered " Does it represent your faith?"
You looked down at the necklace laid against your chest. And back at cas, his expression was intense as if he was trying to understand its meaning before you told him.
You didn't know what to say, to be honest you weren't even sure why you wore the necklace, it was pretty, and it grounded you. And every time you touched it you thought of Cas.
"I guess" you answered with an unsure shrug.
"I wasn't aware you relied on faith." He said. You laughed to yourself. "It's not… like that. It represents my faith, but not in angels, not in heaven. It represents my faith in you" you reply quietly.
Cas blinked rapidly as if trying to understand your words. His eyebrows drew together "you have faith in me?" He asked "even after everything I've done?"
"We've all done bad things cas, doesn't make your heart any less pure."
cas looked stood up from his seat "it makes me… happy, that your faith is in me" he said before the sound of his wings fluttering softly and then he was gone. You blinked rapidly at the sudden departure of the angel.
"I think you just flirted with cas… that was definitely angel for telling someone you trust them"
"Go away Dean"
Eventually cas came back around, he had apologized for his sudden departure and made no effort to flaunt the new bracelet on it. But you noticed because you always did.
His bracelet had two charms. A star, because he always noticed that at night you never failed to look up at the stars, and next to it was your initial.
When he caught you looking at the new peive of jewelry he leaned in close to you but not too close.
"I have faith in you too" he whispered with a small smile.
The motel felt hot. Felt heavy the longer you sat on Cas’ lap. Your hips couldn’t stop moving even if you wanted them too, harsh pants shifted between you. His hands gripped tightly onto your hips. Your head tilted back, his lips sucking marks where you like.
Sam and Dean wouldn’t be back for some time now so neither of you were stressing out about taking all the time in the world. “I need to have you now.” Cas groans against your neck. You nod mindlessly and he flips you onto your back. His trench coat was long gone, tie and jacket missing. A couple of his buttons were undone. The zipper to his jeans was undone too, but he got distracted when your shirt came off and you we wearing a lacy white bra. It was your good push up bra you only wore to fuck with him. And was it fucking with his head.
He quickly works down your body, kissing along your stomach. He unzipped your jeans, pulling your panties down in the process. Of course they just had to match the bra perfectly. White and soft with a little satin bow at the top. It was a mess of clothes when you ripped them off each other. Your fingers danced along his skin, the muscles that were faint but you knew their true angelic power.
It’s not often you get to be like this, so in need of each other, with enough free time to kill. “Flip over.” Cas moans against your lips, pulling back a few inches so you can roll onto your stomach. You struggle to turn around while he’s caging you against the bed but you manage. You fold your arms against the sheets, about to prop yourself up when you pause.
Sam. Sam and Dean. In the doorway. Holding food and your drink order. Sam’s covering his eyes and deans got his jaw practically on the floor. “Oh shit— when did you get here?” You feel Castiel pause behind you, touch faltering on your skin. “Again guys? Really?” Dean shoved Sam out the door and shook his head, grumbling the entire time. “God, go out on some clothes!” Dean shrieks as he slams the door shut.
Your heart hammers in your chest at the adrenaline of being caught in such an intimate moment. Again. “Do you want to stop?” Castiel asks softly, rubbing his hands against your hips. You shake your head no. “I think that just bought us another 15 minutes.”
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I guess u can say this is a part 2 ish to the 15 minutes one I did with Cas, but I just think it’s so hot Cas being an angel of the lord in heaven and a freak in the sheets like COME ON
and we all know Dean lowkey wants in… hmmm, I’ll think about it!
And I’m aware this is really short but I felt bad for being so behind with the whole mans best friend era thing. Like I wanted to be done with the album by now but I kept getting busy so my bad chat.
→ honestly, i think sam would react in two ways. the first being "ouch, that must've hurt," and then "actually... that's really hot". i think sam initially wouldn't really care for piercings but if someone came along that had nipple piercings, he wouldn't be able to look away after seeing them peeking through your shirt. his imagination would go wild even without looking at you.
if you were to tell him you had them done, the first thing he'd do is wince. he'd then ask if it hurt. he'd definitely pretend like he's not already noticed, though. the pink in his cheeks always give him away.
It’s not something you plan to reveal.
Not because you’re ashamed, but because it’s yours. A small, quiet piece of yourself that you’ve never really felt the need to announce. Sam’s seen you bruised, bloodied, exhausted beyond reason… but this? It feels different. Softer. Stranger.
It happens on accident.
You’re in his room, half-dressed, digging through one of his drawers because he swears he has a spare shirt in there somewhere. He’s pacing behind you, rambling about lore, about symbols, about anything but the way the tension in the room has been building for weeks now.
“Check the top drawer,” he says, distracted.
You do—and your shirt rides up just slightly when you reach.
There’s a pause.
Not the kind where Sam’s thinking. Not the kind where he’s connecting dots. There's stillness. The kind that makes your skin prickle.
You turn your head. “Sam?”
He’s frozen.
His eyes flick up to yours almost immediately, like he’s trying to be respectful, but there’s something there—something warm and curious, and maybe just a little bit undone.
“I—uh,” he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”
“You didn’t,” you say, even though he definitely did.
Another beat passes. He looks like he wants to say something, and for once, Sam Winchester is struggling to find the words.
“They’re—” he starts, then stops himself, cheeks flushing faintly. “I didn’t know.”
You shrug, suddenly very aware of yourself. “Yeah. It’s not exactly hunt conversation material.”
A soft huff of laughter escapes him at that, easing the tension just a little. He steps closer—not crowding you, just… there. Grounding.
“Does it hurt?” he asks quietly, and the question is so Sam it almost makes you smile.
“It did,” you admit. “Not anymore.”
He nods, like he’s filing that away, like it matters.
His gaze flickers again. Appreciative, in a way that feels almost reverent.
“They suit you,” he says finally, voice low. The words settle over you, warm and unexpected. “Yeah?” you tease, trying to lighten the moment.
“Yeah,” he repeats, flustered, but more certain this time. “I mean—it’s you. It fits.”
There’s something in the way he says it. About you. About how he sees you—every version, every detail—and never once looks away.
Your heart stutters.
“Good to know,” you murmur.
𓆩♡𓆪 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕,,
→ i don't think cas would really understand the appeal. he knows it's a sensitive area (obviously due to knowing how humanity and the body is made), but just wouldn't get it. he does understand the appeal to change how you look, whether it's through changing your style or dying your hair. or in this case, getting piercings. it doesn't matter how you look to him, it's how much you should appreciate yourself and love yourself for how you were made. you're really just enhancing your body. though you can't expect much reaction from him, as your partner he'd know how much you love it when he admires them.
i do think that once he sees them through your clothing, he'd feel a rush of something like adrenaline go straight to his head that shows him why there's an appeal, especially if he can't look away.
Castiel notices everything.
That’s what makes this tricky.
You’ve been together long enough to know he doesn’t miss details—not in the way humans do. He catalogs things. Observes. Learns. And yet somehow, this has gone unnoticed… or at least, unmentioned.
Until now.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, changing after a hunt, too tired to think about modesty. He’s behind you, speaking—something about a case, about angels, about things far bigger than the two of you.
And then he stops mid-sentence.
“…I was under the impression that—”
Silence.
You glance over your shoulder. “Cas?”
He’s looking at you.
He's completely focused, head tilted slightly, like he’s encountering something new and trying to understand it. His gaze flickers, precise and unblinking, before returning to your face.
“You have altered your body,” he says.
You blink. “That’s one way to put it.”
He steps closer, slow and deliberate, like approaching something fragile.
“May I ask why?” he continues, voice softer now out of curiousity.
You shrug lightly. “I wanted to. I like them.”
He considers that. You can practically see the gears turning, the way he processes human choice, autonomy, identity.
“I see,” he says after a moment.
Another pause.
“They are… symmetrical,” he adds.
You stare at him. And then you laugh—because of course that’s what he notices first.
“Cas,” you say, shaking your head. “That’s your takeaway?”
“I am still learning what aspects humans find significant,” he replies earnestly. Then, quieter, “But I believe this is one of them.”
Something in his tone shifts—subtle, but there. Less analytical.
His hand lifts, hesitating in the air between you, giving you time to stop him if you want to.
You don’t.
His fingers brush your arm instead—light, grounding, respectful. He doesn’t cross any lines.
“They're important to you,” he says, more certain now.
“Yeah,” you nod. “They are.”
He studies your face, not your body this time, and something softens in his expression.
“Then they are important to me as well.”
“You’re staring again,” you point out gently.
“I am observing,” he corrects.
You raise an eyebrow.
A beat.
“…I may also be staring,” he admits.
You laugh again, softer this time.
“Good to know.”
He inclines his head, like he’s just learned something valuable.
And later, when he wraps his coat around your shoulders without being asked, when his hand lingers just a second longer than necessary—
You realise something.
Castiel doesn’t react the way humans do.
He doesn’t get flustered or shy or bold.
He accepts you.
Every detail. Every choice. Every piece of you.
just saw your post of wanting requests! so here it goes haha.
castiel fluff with him trying to learn pick-up lines to impress you (deans fault by suggesting it of course) but fails miserably by accidentally insulting you 😭 then he makes it up to the reader by getting her an absurd amount of something she loves (your choice!)
i am in need of castiel fics its a desert out here on tumblr for my man cas 😔
chocolate angel
castiel novak x fem!reader
req by anon
the first time it happened had been about a week ago.
you and castiel had both been standing in the bunker kitchen, castiel looking what could only be described as perplexed, deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed in a deep crease. you were rummaging through the fridge, looking for something to snack on, when castiel spoke up.
"i'd like to test something, if that's alright with you." he said, voice gruff as usual. you closed the fridge and around with a curious expression, leaning your back against it.
"'course, cas. go ahead." you gave him a small smirk, at which his expression lightened up a bit.
"...are you wi-fi?" he asked, then made piercing eye contact with you, as if waiting for a response.
last time you checked, you were, in fact, not wifi, so you tilted your head, eyebrows knit together in confusion. "um, no?"
"ah." he paused. "well, i am 'feeling a connection.'" castiel gave you a dry smile, voice monotonous, however, the tips of his ears turned ever so slightly pink.
you stifled a giggle, running a hand through your hair. dean must have taught him that one. you found it endearing, the way he didn't quite deliver the pickup line correctly. you grinned, "that was smooth, cas."
castiel beamed at that, giving you a subtle nod. "thank you."
"dean teach you that one?" you asked, an eyebrow raised, turning to open the fridge back up. you pulled out the jug of apple juice in the door, closing it and grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
"yes. he said he is going to teach me more. human mating rituals are... truly intriguing."
you nearly choked on the apple juice in your mouth, wiping your hand against your lips and coughing once. "okay, never call it a mating ritual again." you spoke lightheartedly.
"is that incorrect?" castiel tilted his head. "i was under the impression you use these lines to initiate mating."
you closed your eyes tightly, needing to gain some composure for this conversation. "well, uh, yeah. i— i guess so. y'know what, ask dean, okay?"
"okay." castiel nodded once. you held your glass to your lips, hoping the flushed state of your face was not noticable
. . .
the next time it happened was two days later. you and castiel were crammed into the backseat of baby, dean driving and sam riding shotgun as always. the quiet drone of dean's classic rock mixtape flooded the car, helping to quiet your thoughts about the proximity between you and castiel enough to think properly.
after about fifteen minutes of awkward silence between you and the angel, he spoke, voice quiet but rough. "are you a flower?"
you gave him a funny look, scrubbing a hand over your face. dean peered into the backseat through the mirror, giving castiel an encouraging thumbs up. you didn't say anything, just waited for cas to continue the line.
"...because i would like to bee with you." castiel finished after almost twenty seconds of awkward silence. dean made an exasperated sound from the front seat, and sam chuckled quietly.
when you didn't say anything, castiel spoke again. "do you understand? because bees are pollinators—"
you gently cut him off. "ye- yes, cas, i understand. it kind of ruins it if you have to explain it."
"ah. i see. was that one smooth?"
"like butter, cas." dean chimed in from the driver's seat, giving him an obnoxious smile through the mirror. you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes
the rest of the ride continued on in mostly silence, dean and sam exchanging a few words every so often. castiel stayed quiet. so did you, your face feeling a bit flushed.
. . .
you sat at the wooden table in the middle of the bunker, a pile of men of letters documents sprawled out in front of you. you were doing research for the case you and the boys were working on, hoping you could find some valuable info in the archive.
you glanced up to give your poor, overworked eyes a rest, and that's when you caught a glimpse of castiel.
the angel loomed in the doorway, presence intimidating as always. he looked a little awkward.
"shit, cas, scared me," you laughed softly, "gotta quit sneaking up on me like that."
he tilted his head slightly, something you had come to realize he did often, perhaps without even knowing it. "my apologies."
you gave him a little smile, redirecting your focus back to the files, flipping one open and pulling a document out of the folder. "did you need something?"
"um... no." castiel glanced down. "well, yes. but if you're busy, i can just tell you—"
"no. no. not busy." you cut him off, looking up from the file. "whaddya need?"
he didn't say anything for a moment. "you're like the sun."
you smiled at that. then, he continued; "i cannot look at you without feeling discomfort." he grimaced as he spoke.
your eyebrows twitched together. "um... wow, cas. thanks a lot."
he blushed, turning a brighter red than you'd ever seen anyone before. then you blinked, and he was gone.
you rolled your eyes, scrubbing a hand over your face before putting your focus back into the documents, skimming through one and trying not to think about how castiel just borderline insulted you.
. . .
"dean." castiel appeared in the doorway of dean's bedroom a few days later, startling the man.
"friggin— cas, man, you have got to stop doing that." dean startled, sitting up a little straighter. "how'd it go?"
"i believe i recited that pickup line incorrectly." he admitted, glancing at the ceiling. dean made a low sighing noise.
"how incorrectly we talkin' here?" dean rubbed a hand over his face, blinking a few times at castiel.
"i may have told her that looking at her brings me discomfort."
"jesus, how the hell did you manage that?" he groaned, pushing himself off the bed and stepping over to castiel, clapping a hand on the angels shoulder. "'s okay. you can fix this, man."
castiel raised an eyebrow in question, waiting for dean to continue.
"when a chick gets mad at you, you just get her whatever she friggin' wants. and a lot of it. always works for me."
"she is not a baby chicken." castiel frowned, tilting his head.
dean chuckled unamused. "chick...- not that kind of chick, but that's besides the point, man. what does she like?"
"she likes chocolate." castiel recalled. dean nodded once at that, clapping castiel on the shoulder a little harder than the first time.
"chocolate. perfect." dean smirked, handing castiel one of their credit cards, though that was likely a bad idea, "jus' get her a shitload. she'll forgive you, no time."
castiel nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowed in a deep crease. "thank you, dean."
. . .
with a flutter of his wings, castiel was at the grocery store. he wandered down the aisles, the credit card tucked in the pocket of his trenchcoat and a shopping basket in hand.
he was in search of chocolate. he didn't know exactly what kind you liked, so he figured he would just get all of them. dean did say to get a shitload, after all. castiel was sure all of the chocolate counted as a shitload.
after a few minutes of roaming, he found the candy aisle. there was much more of an assortment of chocolate candy than he'd expected. dark, white, milk— kinds with nuts, kinds with fruit— candy coated chocolate circles. the concept of food was a strange one to castiel.
he grabbed one of each kind of chocolate, gently tossing them into the basket until it was quite literally overflowing. then, he hurried over to the checkout lanes, getting in line for one of them.
when it was castiel's turn, he put each piece of chocolate down onto the belt, shoving the basket underneath the lane. the cashier eyed him with a strange, questioning look.
"someone's a chocoholic, huh?" the lady gave him a curious smile, eyebrows furrowed in what looked to be confusion or bewilderment.
castiel tilted his head. "i do not know what that means."
she began to scan the various chocolates, each going through with a loud beep sound. "just asking if you like chocolate."
"oh. i do not particularly enjoy it, no."
the cashier gave him an even more bewildered look. "you sure are buying a lot for someone who doesn't like it."
"it is for my... friend." castiel replied sheepishly. the cashier nodded knowingly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"your friend must be very lucky then." she smiled genuinely, continuing to scan the chocolate. "that's gonna be... $302.65."
castiel raised his eyebrows, fumbling with the card reader. it took six times for his— well, dean's— card to go through, but he managed to pay. then, in a blink and a flutter of wings, he was gone.
. . .
that night, you got home late from a hunt, not injured, but exhausted. sam and dean trailed close behind, stumbling into the bunker tiredly.
castiel was already waiting, sitting at the table in the middle of the bunker, looking at the files you had been skimming the other day. there was a large bag next to him on the ground, which he seemed to have half-heartedly attempted to conceal.
after a few moments of sam and dean recounting the hunt to castiel, they both headed off to their respective rooms, leaving you and castiel alone in a room together for the first time since the other day.
it wasn't that you were truly insulted. you knew he likely just fumbled his words— i mean, it was cas— but it was the fact that he didn't apologize. that he didn't talk to you for three entire days afterwards. that was, moreso, what offended you.
"hey, cas." you murmured, trudging forward into the bunker and immediately heading for the kitchen. you were starving. you supposed killing vampires did that to a person.
"hello." castiel said your name, his voice just as gruff as usual. when he noticed you heading for the kitchen, he blurted, "wait."
you paused, turning on your heel to look at the angel. the bag was in his outstretched hand now. "this is for you."
you raised your eyebrows, and gave a curious but hesitant smile. "...thank you?" you peered into the bag, seeing the heap of assorted chocolates inside. "...holy shit."
castiel gave an awkward smile, watching you paw through the chocolates.
you cocked an eyebrow, "what's the occasion?"
"well..." castiel paused, "i know i.. managed to offend you the other day. so i went to dean."
you raised your eyebrows even further. any more, and you were afraid they might pop right off of your head. you urged him to continue.
"...and he said... 'chicks like chocolate.'" castiel tilted his head, "you are not a chicken, but he said that is besides the point."
you gave a little giggle at that, still rummaging through the chocolates but glancing up at him every few seconds as he continued to explain.
"i am apologising." castiel finally said. "i am sorry— i didn't mean to imply that looking at you discomforts me." the tips of his ears flushed a rosy pink.
"you more than implied it, cas."
"i know. my words... they came out wrong." castiel's eyebrows twitched. "that happens around you often."
you felt your cheeks heat up, and you stepped closer, setting the bag down and leaning on the table next to him, looking down at him and continuing to listen.
"looking at you does not discomfort me." castiel admitted, cheeks rosy, "in fact, it does quite the opposite."
your breath hitched and you felt the flush in your cheeks deepen. "dean teach you that one too?"
castiel shook his head once. "no. i just wanted to clarify. i think you are quite beautiful."
"god, cas, you can't just... say that," you rubbed a hand over your face, "you're a real charmer, y'know that?"
castiel's expression turned sheepish. "have i charmed you?"
"yes, you have. thought that was obvious by now, angel." the term of endearment slipped out, although you weren't quite sure if it could be considered that for castiel, since he quite literally was an angel.
"it was not. but i am very glad." he looked up at you with a lopsided grin, those bright blue eyes locked on you in a loving gaze.
you didn't say anything further, just placed your hand over his on the table. he hesitated for a moment, before clasping his hand with yours and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
˚₊✦ nsfw, afab!reader, finger fucking, hints of dirty talk from Cas, horny Cas, Cas watching reader sleep, somnophilia (dubcon; reader is into it)
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Cas watching over you while you slept was a strange concept at first. The angel didn’t need to sleep, but he wanted to be around you more the longer you were together.
‘So you’d just be laying here all night, doing nothing while I’m fast asleep?’ you asked the first time he offered to stay with you.
‘I’d watch over you,’ he said, ‘only if you want me to, of course.’
‘Wouldn’t you be bored?’ you went on.
‘I’m never bored when I’m with you,’ he said simply.
You agreed you didn’t mind him staying, as long as he really wanted to do it. You trusted him enough by now, and he was very cosy to cuddle into.
A couple of days later, you asked him what he did while you slept.
‘I keep watch, make sure you’re safe,’ he replied, brow furrowed and head tilted as though it were obvious.
‘Doesn’t it feel like a lifetime?’ you asked, immediately feeling stupid, expecting him to answer that he’s been around for millenia, so a few hours aren’t exactly a lifetime to him.
‘Not when I’m looking at you,’ he said sincerely, melting your heart a little bit more.
And so it became a natural habit.
Since then, snuggling into Cas and falling asleep against his chest while watching Netflix, you had to admit you’d never had a better night’s sleep than when he stayed. And you’d never felt safer.
But as the sexual side of your relationship amped up, Cas began having a little more difficulty with watching over you.
His desires were only growing the longer he spent on Earth, and the longer he spent around you. To sit or lay beside you all night, watching you, hearing you talk in your sleep and occasionally mutter his name… your chest rising and falling in that hypnotic rhythm, your soft skin, your parted lips… it was so tempting.
Tonight, his hand grazed down your bare arm, careful, soft.
You gasped from within your slumber.
Cas knew it was filthy of him, but he wanted nothing more than to touch you right now, to hear you moan his name. It was kind of thrilling, having you to himself this way.
His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt for a moment before slipping his palm, warm and soothing, up over your stomach, then your ribs, his fingers toying delicately with a nipple.
‘Cas-’ you breathed, and he closed his eyes, composting himself before continuing. ‘You want me to play with you?’ he muttered darkly, and eyes still shut tight, you nodded.
Biting his lip at the way you were responding, his fingertips trailed down to your shorts, sliding so easily beneath the waistband and between your thighs.
He found you hot and dripping. His pants felt suddenly tighter.
‘You’re so wet…’ he praised in a whisper, ‘what are you dreaming of?’
‘Cas-’ you groaned this time, and he wasted no time plunging a finger in, fucking you gently on it for now.
‘That’s it,’ he praised, ‘you’re doing so well for me. Just keep dreaming…’
You moaned, loud enough to wake yourself, but you didn’t – not yet.
‘Focus on my fingers,’ he instructed, fucking you faster now, feeling you shift on the mattress as your peak neared.
Cas pulled his finger out, coated with your slick, and rubbed soft circles over your clit, increasing the pressure the more you squirmed, pressing his hips closer to you as hissing at the friction.
He watched in awe as your jaw dropped. He quickly pushed his finger back in, palm pressed perfectly at your bundle of nerves that were alight with pleasure now, and if your moans didn’t wake you the lewd wet sound of his hand slapping furiously against your wet pussy would.
Your back arched and you moaned again, louder, his name falling from your lips in a strangled cry as you came undone, waking up part way through your release as you panting for breath.
Cas’s fingers slowed, massaging more than fucking now, easing you down from your high with that sincere consideration he always seemed to have with you.
‘Fuck,’ you gasped, blinking as you adjusted to the dull light and the twitching aftershocks at your core. ‘Cas?’
‘I’m sorry- I… I couldn’t resist you-’
‘You did that?’
He dropped his head in shame. ‘Yes. I- I should have waited for you to wake up, I-’
‘No. That was so fucking hot.’ You said, still breathless.
‘What- really? I shouldn’t have asked you first?’ He looked on the verge of tears.
‘Yeah, well. I guess technically, but I’m into it. Do it again.’
Cas’s eyes widened. ‘Right now?’
‘I mean another time, when I’m asleep,’ you chuckled. ‘Not every night though, I will need some rest.’
Cas nodded, processing all this.
You let out a long breath, recovering now. ‘I thought I was just having a really good dream,’ you smiled at him.
‘What happened in your dream?.’
‘Oh, you were fucking me. Real good.’
Cas blushed crimson.
‘Wanna make that dream come true?’ you smirked, reaching for the tent in his pants, and Cas nodded eagerly.
