Shaving Cream - Human!CastielxReader
Pairing: Human!CastielxReader
Summary: Castiel continues his adjustment to being a human.
Warnings: Absolutely none! Just fluff. Pure unadulterated fluff.
Word Count: 525
Author’s Note: My husband is one of my biggest inspirations. He totally is Human!Cas. So, this is based on absolutely true events. I’ll let you read it to see what happened.
He had been human for three weeks, and Castiel was still adjusting. Dean attempted to push him out of the nest, so to speak, though you refused to hear of it. After a long-winded yelling match, you convinced the older brother to allow Castiel to stay. After all, the now-former angel was your long-time boyfriend of three years and counting. Letting Dean turn him out into the cold was simply out of the question. All of you had long ago agreed that the Bunker was your home. Why should Dean have any say in who lived there and who didn’t?
That was neither here nor there.
You were getting ready for the day. Though, that wasn’t saying much. The four of you were planning to spend the majority of your time in the library, brushing up on your research. Passing by the bathroom of your room, you glanced in to see Castiel leaning forward over the sink and peering into the mirror. Though, that was not what caught your attention. Instead your gaze was drawn to his perfectly grab-able ass.
He was so focused on his morning task, that he was unprepared for the slap you gave to his backside. He whirled around quickly to face you.
“Good morning, babe!” you smirked up at him, highly amused at the layer of shaving cream smeared across his face.
Castiel grinned.
“Good morning, Y/N,” he replied.
“Shaving day, huh?” you pouted.
“The scruff was growing far too itchy,” he shrugged.
“Bummer… I would’ve liked a kiss before you shaved, at least,” you sighed, upset that he would have the nerve to shave before letting you kiss the scraggliness on his cheeks goodbye.
“Oh really?” he arched an eyebrow at you.
Even as an angel, you’d learned to recognize the occasional playful glint in his eyes. Now as a human, it was far more pronounced. You could tell what he was about to do before you could stop him.
“Wait! No, Cas!” you tried to back away before he could get ahold of you. His large hands held your arms firmly, and he pinned you against the wall. You were doomed.
“Cas! Stop!” you begged. Held fast, you were stuck. His face was fast approaching yours, and though you turned your head this way and that, it was useless. He caught your lips, and gave a long exaggerated smack. Yelling into his mouth, he pulled away, grinning wildly.
He let you go, and turned back to the mirror to continue with the task he had yet to complete. Leaning against the wall, you stared at him in utter disbelief.
“Did- did you really just do that?” you wiped at the beard of shaving cream he left on your face.
“I sure did,” he stated, stroking the razor down his cheek.
“You’re such a jerk!” you gave him a punch in the arm as you reached for the towel on the hook next to him.
“I love you, too, honeybee,” he smirked at you in the mirror.
You threw the towel at the back of his head, walking away while sticking your tongue out at him.