Three days had gone by since the boys left after getting that last bit of information Sam found. Three days in this heat, bored and alone. You had slept in the library last night, for some reason it was cooler then the bedrooms. You had thrown a sheet over one of the old leather loungers, so you wouldn’t stick, and snuggled up with a book.
You weren’t expecting anyone home, so you didn’t bother to get dressed or shower yet. You were still in just your boxers and tank top that you woke up in 10 minutes earlier. You were sitting on the kitchen counter eating ice cream out of the container when you heard the door. They were early.
You heard Dean coming in first. “Hunt go better then expected?” you asked, before you saw his face. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, grumbled something you couldn’t understand and stormed back out.
Sam came in right behind him, but dropped into a chair “Not exactly…”
“Bad intel?” You asked him.
Cas came in and stood in front of you. “Not incorrect, no.” he said mater-of-factly. “Just, incomplete.”
Dean came back in, grabbed another beer and sat at the table across from Sam. “Why is it so god damn hot in here?” You shrugged and offered him some ice cream. He shook his head. You looked at Sam who also shook his head.
“Oh well.” you said as you scooped up another spoon full. When you looked up, Cas was watching you, while Sam and Dean talked amongst themselves. You smirked at him as you put the spoon in your mouth and slowly pulled it out. There was still a bit of ice cream on it, so you slowly licked it off. He swallowed, his eyes on your lips. When Deans beer bottle hit the table, Cas jumped, snapping out of it.
“Come on Sammy, lets figure out why it’s so god damn hot in here.” Then he pointed at Cas. “Don’t you make me regret leaving you in here without adult supervision.” You smiled at Dean innocently as he passed between you and Cas, and Sam just shook his head at you.
You smiled at Cas. “Ice cream?” you asked motioning for him to come closer.
He glanced to the door Dean just walked out of.
“But.. Dean said…”
“Did Dean say you couldn’t have Ice cream?” He shook his head. “Then I don’t see the problem.” You reached forward to grab his tie, pulling him to stand closer, between your legs. You scooped out some ice cream, and ate it slowly, just like before. Cas’s mouth opened as he watched your lips.You licked your lips, and took another scoop.
You bit your bottom lip as you brought the spoon to Cas’s mouth. His lips closed around it as you slowly pulled it out. You took another scoop and handed him the spoon.
He lift the spoon up between you, with the intention of feeding it to you, when Dean and Sam walked in.
“God Damnit, Cas! What the hell did I say?” He grabbed the back of Cas’s trench coat and pulled him away. The spoon clattered to the floor.
“But .. I just…”
“He just wanted ice cream Dean.” you said.
“He doesn’t eat! Why the hell would he suddenly want Ice cream?! Get out Cas! Freaking Perv.” You heard the flutter of wings and he was gone.
You sighed and hopped off the counter. “I’m going to take a bath.” and walked out.
“What’s her problem?” you heard Dean asking behind you.
You filled yourself a lukewarm bubble bath. It was too hot for anything warmer, but you also didn’t want it too cold. You were laying in the tub, hair up in a messy bun, reading a book when you heard wings flutter.
“Cas?” You looked over. He stepped to the toilet next to the tub, lowered the toilet cover and sat on it.
“Why does Dean get so mad when I’m near you? Am I doing something inappropriate? Do you dislike my company?” He was looking at the floor as he spoke.
You smiled up at him. “I love your company, Cas.”
“Then why have I been banned from you.”
“You aren’t banned, Cas..”
“Yes I am.” He turned to look at you. “Dean said so.”
“He can’t… wait.. He said you are banned from being alone with me?” Cas nodded. “And so you came into the bathroom while I’m bathing?”
“Well I needed to speak with you. And this is where you were. So yes.”
You laughed. “Oh man, Dean is going to kill you.”
You heard a pounding on the door. “Damn right I am! Cas you open this door right now or I’ll break it down!” Dean had been walking by and heard Cas telling you he was banned. Cas looked at the door, then turned back to you, eyes wide.
Suddenly the door burst open as Dean kicked it in. Angel wings fluttered and Cas disappeared.
“Son of a bitch!!” Dean screamed at the ceiling.
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Y/N - Cas, did it hurt?
Cas- Did what hurt? Many things on earth hurt. You may need to be more specific.
Y/N - when you fell from heaven.
Cas - that is not a pleasant thing to have happen Y/N.
Y/N- Are those space pants Cas?
Cas - They are the same pants I am always wearing. why?
Y/N - cuz your ass is out of this world.
Cas- .. I do not understand what is happening.
Y/N - was your dad a baker?
Cas - God is my father Y/N, you already know this. I am an angel of the Lord after all.
Y/N - cuz you have a nice set of buns.
Cas - Why are we now speaking about baked goods?
Y/N - Are you a keyboard?
Cas - I am an angel…
Y/N- cuz you are just my type.
Cas - I am growing very confused with this conversation. I’m going to ask Dean what is happening.
Y/N - NO WAIT CASS DON’T!
Y/N - CAS!!??
Cas - Dean says you are intoxicated and thinks you are very interested in me sexually. He also finds this very amusing. I’m afraid he might asphyxiate if he continues to laugh this hard..
Y/N - I’m going to go die of embarrassment in the corner now thanks cas…
Cas - I don’t think that is truly possible, but if it is, I can always bring you back to life. :)
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Warning : Not much, still messing with Cas. Annoyed Dean.
Part 2 of Flirtations.
Cas couldn’t concentrate on what he was reading. He kept looking over at you sipping your wine.
You were wearing shorts and a tank top. When you caught him looking at you, you casually shifted how you were sitting so your breasts were resting on the table and you ‘accidentally’ spilled a drop of wine onto your cleavage. You used a finger to wipe it off, sucking it off slowly and winked.
He pulled on his collar and loosened his tie. Dean glared at him and he quickly went back to reading. When Dean looked over, your shirt was pulled up more and you were looking over at the shelves trying to decide what book to read.
Then, you heard Sam calling for Dean. When he left the room to see what Sam had found, you smiled to yourself and moved your chair over to the book case. There was a book way up top that you knew had to do with what the boys were looking for. You COULD have asked Cas to get it for you, but where was the fun in that.
You stood up on the chair, and wiggled your ass a bit, to be sure you got his attention. You turned, and seeing him staring at you, you got on your tippy toes to 'reach’ for the book. You wobbled a bit, like you were going to fall. In the blink of an eye, he was there, hands on your thighs to steady you as he looked up at you. You smiled down at him and grabbed the book.
“Seriously Cas!?” From where Dean was standing, it looked like Cas was looking up your shorts and feeling you up. “Keep it in your god damn pants. Or I swear..” He left the threat open, as he grabbed Cas yanking him away from you.
“But .. she..” Cas stuttered
“I don’t want to hear it!” Dean was getting annoyed. He shoved him back into his chair and pointed at the book. Cas sighed.
You put the chair back and sat back down to read. Every time you caught Cas looking at you, you would shift, or move in a way that kept his attention. Or you’d smile or wink, maybe lick your lip or bite it. But when Dean looked over to see what Cas was looking at, you were just innocently reading your book.
You were in the middle of grabbing Cas’s attention. Reading, legs crossed, one arm crossed under your breasts, and a finger between your lips, biting it slightly, when a book slammed down next to you, causing you to jump.
Sam sat next to you shaking his head. “You know, if you keep up this game, Dean will probably break his nose.” You looked over at Dean who had just growled at Cas. “Your in his blind spot, y/n. You’re the baby sister we never had. To him, you can do no wrong.”
You smiled softly at the thought, and got out of your chair, walked over to Cas and kissed him softy on the cheek before walking out of the room.
“What the hell is going on!” was the last thing you heard from Dean before Sam laughed.
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Idea from @reigningqueenofwords - You flirt with Cas when Dean leaves the room, but then pretend nothing happened.
Part 1 of Flirtations.
You were bored out of your skull. You’d been cooped up in the bunker for days while the boys did research. Sam was looking through archives, while Dean and Cas were pouring through books in the main library. Watching Cas and Dean, you got an idea that could keep you entertained, at least for a bit.
“Hey Dean, can you do me a favor?” you asked sweetly, as you leaned on the door frame.
“What’s up?” He barely looked up from his book.
“Can you grab me a glass of wine, please?”
He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Why can’t you do that yourself?”
You pouted as you walked more into the room. “I can’t reach the wine glasses. I’m too short. I mean, I guess I could monkey my way up there, but I might break something…” Sighing he got up and headed for the kitchen. “Thanks.” you told him as he walked past.
You went and sat on the table in front of Cas, crossing your legs. He looked at your legs and his eyes slowly moved up to meet yours. You smiled sweetly, and ran his tie through your fingers. “Looking good today, Cas.” His eyebrows shot up as you bit your lip. You slowly slid off the table letting his tie drop as you started to walk away.
“Uh.. y/n?” You turned to look at him, he was flustered. Perfect. “Uhm.. I uhm…” He was scrambling to think of something to say. “I bet you taste sweeter than pie.” He blurted out.
“What the hell, Cas!” You heard Dean yell behind you as he came back in the room and handed you your wine. “You don’t friggen talk like that to a lady!”
“But..” He looked from you to Dean. “But I’ve heard you say that a bunch of times!” He looked confused, and adorable. It was so hard to not laugh.
“Shut up.” Dean said. “Why would you even say that to her any ways, come on.”
“But.. she.. I mean.. I thought..” he looked to you for help.
You shrugged at Dean “I just said he looked good in that tie you bought him for Christmas.. that’s all.”
“You thought wrong.” he growled at Cas and went back to his book.
You smiled and winked at Cas. He just sighed in defeat. Let the games begin, you thought, as you sat down nearby watching Cas.
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When the Angels fell, you grabbed a vessel and hid. Anyone with any connection to Castiel or Metatron were being hunted down. That meant you. You went into hiding, fast. Taking your vessel off into the woods to an abandoned cabin. You hid yourself from other angels as much as you could and you laid low.
Castiel had been your superior, for a time. You had always greatly admired him, so when he went up against Raphael, you had followed. More then happy to do anything he asked of you. When things turned bad, you had done your best to stay close as long as you could without dying. When he disappeared from Heaven, you had missed him. But you continued on, following orders as always. But being so close to Castiel, you started to question those orders. Then came the fall. And all hell broke loose on Earth.
When you heard word that Bartholomew was dead, Castiel had killed him, you ran. You ran from your secluded cabin to find him. He was alive.
You had heard word of him being with the Winchesters, which didn’t surprise you. And you know they often frequented diners that sold pie. So that’s why you found yourself here. Small town Kansas population nothing. But, word said they were heading right to you. You sighed as you sipped your coffee.
You were in a booth next to the door. The small diner was pretty packed considering the size of the town. All the other booths taken, just a few tables available. When you heard the door chime, you looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. You had never felt this way before. It wasn’t coming from you. Not all of it. It was your vessel. You frowned and searched through memories for an answer. You looked up again as they sat in the table closest to you. You tried not to stare. Castiel had his back towards you, the other two sitting across from him.
“Jesus. Not even in the door and you have an admirer Dean.” Sam chuckled.
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked past Castiel at you. “How you doing , sweetheart?” he smirked. But what came next took him off guard. It was another name you breathed out, not his. Something he obviously wasn’t use to.
“Castiel…”
When he turned to face you, you could have swore his face flushed. “Y/N?” he asked softly.
You smiled. “You remember me.”
“Of course I do.” He cocked his head slightly. “I thought you were dead..”
You shrugged, looking down. “That’s what I wanted everyone to think. It was bad, Castiel. Before the fall, and after.” Your eyes met his. “Is it true?”
“Is what true, Y/N?”
“Is it true you killed Bartholomew? We can come out of hiding now?” He nodded making you smile softly. “I knew if anyone could do it, it was you, Castiel.” He smiled softly at you. Something you had never seen him do before.
“What the hell is going on? Who’s this girl Cas is making love eyes at?” Dean looked almost frustrated, which made Sam laugh.
“Love?” you looked at him confused. You furrowed your brows a bit, searching the memories again. Then smiled. “Jimmy..” you voice was breathless, like you had just had a hot and heavy session. She had loved him once, years ago. Memories of nights spent with him, and mornings of waking up in his arms. You looked back at Cas. “My vessel remembers yours well , Castiel.”
Cas smiled again. “As does mine.”
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You woke up flustered, and covered in sweat. Staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, you couldn’t help but smile. It was the best sex of your life, and it wasn’t even real. You felt breathless and wet just remembering it.
And that guy. Who was that guy? Generally, dreams show you people you’ve seen, even if only in passing. But that face, those eyes, his lips. You would have remembered him. Who the hell was he?
As your mind became more awake the memories of the dream began to fade. You sighed and got out of bed looking at the time. The alarm wouldn’t be going off for another 20 minutes, but turned it off,deciding to get started on the day.
Showering, you couldn’t get his face out of your mind. You ached for this man you had never even met. You tried desperately to remember the details of the dream. How his hands felt against your skin, slapping your ass red. How his lips grazed down your neck leaving bite marks as they went. How his tongue tasted. How he felt buried deep inside you, and the way he filled you up as you both reached your climax together.
When your phone rang in the distance, you realized you had gotten lost in your thoughts, and were not only running out of hot water, but running late. Washing quickly you got out.
Later that day, your dream long gone from your mind now, you scurried around the busy dinner where you worked. You heard the door chime jingle behind you, and without even looking at who walked in you said “Grab a seat, I’ll be with you as soon as I can.” and hurried off to place the order you had just taken, and grab the plates you saw waiting for you on the counter.
“So, what can I get you?” you asked as you approached the table, eyes cast down as you grabbed your pen and pad our of your apron pocket.
“I’ll have a burger and fries. OH! And some Apple pie. Coke to drink”
“I’ll have a chicken wrap, with a salad side, not fries. Water is fine for me.”
“And you love?” you said, finally looking up to the 3rd guy at the table.
“No, nothing for me..”
You stood there staring. It was him! You’d never forget those blue eyes. It was the man from your dream and he was just as beautiful in person. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, or say anything. The details of your dream last night all came flooding back and you felt your cheeks go red as a heat built up in your core.
“Damn Cas, what did you do to this poor girl?” chuckled the man across from him.
“Nothing, Dean” he replied. “ Though she does look a bit familiar…. oh.. She’s the one I heard last night! Like a prayer, but it wasn’t. it was…. well… she dreamed of me.”
Oh god. How did he KNOW!?
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Something you enjoyed doing during down time, was introducing Cas to different human pastimes. You particularly enjoyed showing him childish games. He never got the point of anything, but it was fun watching him try.
Sam was off helping another hunter. So that left you and Dean in the bunker. You were both currently relaxing with beers and pizza in the living room.
“I’m bored.” you sighed. “Cas! Come play!!”
“What game do you have for me today.” he asked, appearing across from you.
“Have you ever tried.. Spin the bottle?”
“Is this another children’s game?” he asked.
“It’s more something pre-teens play. Wanna try?”
“Yes, Dean come play.”
Dean glared at Cas. “I’m not playing spin the bottle with you Cas.”
You finished your beer and placed it on the table as you explained the rules. “You spin the bottle. The person the neck points at, is the person you kiss. After the kiss, it’s that persons turn to spin the bottle. Here like this.” You gave the bottle a spin, and it stopped pointing at Cas. “Now, since it’s pointing to you, we kiss.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly.
“I like this game” he smiled when you pulled away.
You laughed. “Your turn to spin the bottle now, Cas.”
Dean rolled his eyes. Playing with just 2 people was beyond stupid to him. There was only one other person to kiss. You might as well just go make out.
When the bottle stopped, it pointed at Dean. When he heard you squeal with delight he looked over. “Oh no!! no way in hell Cas!”
“The rules are very simple Dean, I have to kiss who it points at.” He smiled as his lips met Deans.
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