A/N: Okay, so this is probably my best written piece yet. I’m going to try my best to keep up the quality like this, I just got so inspired by this episode, it was my first time watching it, and now I have finished Season 9. Remember, if you have any requests, feel free to send them in.
There was a reaper on the loose, going by the name of April, searching for the fallen angel Castiel. At this information, you had decided not to spend the time he had with the Winchesters, but going solo on your hunt for the wingless vessel. You had been told of this by Dean as you were on your way back from beheading a vamp, but you knew where the angel was, or at least the overall whereabouts. Unlike the brothers, you had insisted with the man without his grace that you would keep in contact with him. If he ever needed help, he could call you and you’d damn sure be on your way.
“Cas?” You shut your eyes, defeated and worried that you would not find Castiel first. If this reaper did she would do her job and he would be dead. He was your friend, and that was the last thing you wanted. If he were to ever die, he deserved to do so as a soldier of heaven, as he had committed to be once again before his grace had been stolen by Metatron. Not as a human, where his life although meaningful, served no purpose other than vengeance or an order to his killer.
As much as you hated to admit it, you were running low on your faith to find him in time, not that you had much faith in general to begin with. Opening your eyes, you turned down another dark alley, and that was when you saw a man burrowing his face in his knees. From the looks of it you guessed he was homeless, his dirty hair and the fact he was sitting outside of a closed restaurant suggested as much.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for-“ The man lifted his head, and you were met with the purity held within a pair of blue eyes and messy scruff that had once been moderately tamed. “Cas?”
Pushing up from the ground with his hand, you noticed how he shook. He was cold, it was raining which made it understandable, but you had never seen him act so human.
“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” It was common knowledge now that all of the angels had been kicked out of heaven, but he could have come and found you and the brothers. He didn’t need to hide from you.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Crossing your arms, you stared intensely at the angel, making him look away awkwardly. In the past he had been unbothered by it, but his body became uncomfortable naturally all by itself.
“I’m running from the angels. Metatron tricked me, he took my grace as an ingredient for a spell that discarded all of my brothers and sisters from above.” Looking around, you ensured yourself that there were no prying ears. You knew that he was on the run, and that it had to do with heaven, but not that he was a victim to thievery. Castiel continued, noticing your confusion to what that meant. “I am human now. I have no wings, no ability to heal, just a list of confusing things that your kind does.”
The rain was getting heavier. You pushed your hair from your face, looking at the man with sadness. Castiel had saved you all countless times, and when he was in dire need none of you could locate him to do the same in return.
“Let’s get somewhere dry, we can talk more.” He was quick to follow you as you stalked towards your car. As you did so, one thing that your hunter instincts didn’t catch onto was the redhead worker leaving the restaurant.
A motel room was not something new to Castiel, but your silence on the drive here had been. When Castiel had his wings, he often did not drive with you and the brothers in the impala, but the times that he had, you were always discussing the matter at hand.
After entering, you had told him to have a shower. When he exited from the restroom, dressed in his dirty clothes, he saw you sat on the bed, your head in your palms. He felt refreshed, but clearly you did not, predictably you were stressed, and the man could not help himself but come and sit beside you.
“What does this all mean Cas?” You mumbled, and then lifted your head, staring at Castiel, searching for any hint of an answer. He had always been so optimistic in conversation, but the reason for that being was probably because he was not human.
Cocking his head, as he had done as an angel quite often, he asked you what you had been expecting. “What does all what mean?”
“Angels are wanting to kill you Cas, and our world could be on the verge of an enormous scaled pandemic caused by them. This stuff happens all of the damned time, but there’s never a reason.”
“Don’t worry, they can’t track me.” He lifted his shirt, showing the ward he had gotten tattooed. You raised your hand, tracing the ink with your fingertips, his body lurched backwards at the contact.
“For now.” He nodded in agreement. “There’s a reaper after you, hired by an angel or something. We’ll have to keep on the move, as you have been doing.” You pulled your hand away, tugging down his shirt. “Get some sleep, you’re going to need it.”
Castiel let his eyes wander around the room. “There’s only one bed.” But then his eyes fell on you, as you lifted your jumper over your head, revealing you white tank top that had became see through from the rain. He had never had such erotic thoughts about you, or anyone or anything in general. Right now however, he couldn’t look away from the visibility of your bra.
“You take it, I’m going to stay awake just in case.” He took a gentle hold of your wrist, pulling you back down onto the bed so that you were sat next to him.
“We can share.” Cas said. You squinted at him curiously and then shrugged, thinking nothing much of his suggestion. It would only be weird if the two of you made it that way. Lifting the duvet, you got under the cover, Castiel copying your actions.
“What is it like, being human I mean, after you have been an angel for such a long time?” The lamp on the bedside table was still on so that you could gauge his reaction. So far you had picked up on him being less stoic and more relatable.
“Strange to say the least. My thinking process is different, I care more about not only my life but those of others. I now can see how precious human life really is. In an instant you can be fathomed by hunger or quenched by thirst, and that feels horrible. There are so many things that are acquired to be done to stay hygienic, like brushing your teeth and showering. I’m going through so many new experiences, ones that I never thought would I apply to me, but now do. To be human is about survival, in the most absurd ways. It is like a breath of fresh air sometimes but I do miss my wings.”
Smiling, you raised your head from the pillow, sitting up and Castiel mirrored your actions. “I’ve missed you Cas, I really have.” Without him, your life felt so full of hatred. Without him, you had no kindness towards heaven or those that had fallen from there.
“As I have you.” You leant your head closer to his. Cas as a human showed affection attributes, like genuine smiles and holding admiration in his eyes. He didn’t move away from the proximity you were lessening between the two of you.
“Would you like another new experience?” He was definitely tempted, you could tell from where his gaze momentarily shifted to and how he bit his bottom lip. As an angel, he would probably have been confused by what you had meant by the question, but he no longer was an angel, so he clearly received and understood the hint.
Cas made the first move, swiftly leaning even closer and pressing his lips against your own. You were quick to melt into the embrace of the kiss, closing your eyes into the process. He wasn’t a bad kisser at all, especially considering this his lack of experience.
“From the moment that I met you, I felt that you would be important to me.” His lips were still brushing your own as he spoke, his hand sliding gently up the back of your tacky shirt. You leant back, pulling it over your head, showcasing the plain underwire bra that had been holding your chest in place throughout the day.
“I was shooting at you.” Letting out a light laugh at the memory, you bit his bottom lip which caused him to moan into your mouth, to which you swallowed that sound. “But luckily those bullets did nothing, and you stood as strong as a tree, with your wings expanding on the wall behind you.”
The mention of his wings made him duck his head in embarrassment. That was how you had known him all of these years, and he had changed, quite significantly. He had watched you age and become more mature with your hunting skills throughout, but during that time he had always remained the same. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay (Y/N).” He assured you, bringing his hands up to trace your ribs. “If I hadn’t lost them, nor my grace, we wouldn’t be here, about to perform sexual intercourse.” He began to unbutton his shirt from the top as you helped him from the bottom of the material.
“Please don’t describe it like that.” His naivety had always humoured you, yet it still brought the same comfort. It confirmed that you were not sleeping with a stranger, but the angel you had always known, even if his back was bare of feathers.
Shrugging out of the unbuttoned button down, your fingers returned to the ward. As you touched it, his fingers remained on your ribs, tracing over the pentagram that had been inked in that spot. And as he made that contact, his lips returned to your own, one of his hands moving down and rubbing your hips through your jeans. Your own ran to his hair, tugging lightly at the strands.
“I take it that you have done this before?” Castiel asked, throwing his head back as you sat upon his lap that was raising from his increase in arousal.
“Yes.” Reaching behind your back, you unclipped your bra, exposing you breasts to your friend. “Don’t worry about it, you’re the first one that actually matters.”
You rubbed your nose against his, letting your breaths collide as you began to grind down on him. Taking one of his hands into your own, you cupped it around your breast, letting him feel you and the flush that was residing under your skin.
“Can we take our pants off?” In reply, you kissed him again. You worried that you would become addicted to the contact, this contact. He was such a gentleman even in this moment, and it made you feel special, appreciated.
“Of course, Clarence.” You laughed at the name, something you had called him a couple of times after interactions with Meg. As you got off of his lap, you nipped his lip, causing a groan to rumble from him.
Once both of your pants were off, and the two of you were left in your underwear, Castiel rolled you over so that he was on top, looming down at you with a lustful darkness gleaming in his irises. With your feet, you began pushing his boxers down, and when they had gotten as far down as you could get them, Castiel removed them the rest of the way.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He asked sweetly, making you look up at him unbelievably. You took your own underwear off, tossing them past his shoulder and somewhere on the motel room floor.
“That was supposed to be my line.” You corrected him, smirking at the redness that was building upon his cheeks. “To answer your question though, I know I do.”
With that, Castiel began pushing into you, causing the pair of you to moan and throw your heads back in pleasure. He had never felt anything so good, and the feeling only got better as he moved within you. Now he understood why Dean would bed many women and why he had encouraged the angel to do the same when it was supposed to be their last day on earth.
If it felt this good for him, he could only imagine how it felt for you. Sweat was building on your forehead, more collecting there with every move he made. The marks you were clawing into his shoulders only made this experience that much more surreal for him.
“Don’t stop.” You whined, biting the inside of your cheek. The angel would be damned if he had any intention of doing so. But as your walls clenched around him, he felt something greater. There was a pressure in the bottom of his stomach that was increasing with every stroke he practised inside of you.
So, he didn’t stop. He kept going until he felt a wet consistency escape you and pool over him, and he repeated such an action upon you. And that was when he realised, that he had just orgasmed. Regretfully, he pulled out of your warmth, flopping on the bed beside you, gasping for air.
“Holy shit Cas.” Your face was flushed, and there was a wetness to your eyes. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Similar to him, you were breathing heavily, clearly exhausted from your activities.
“I think I would have remembered if I had.” He turned to you rather than the ceiling, brushing your hair back with his large hand. “I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again though.”
It really was a pity to be wakening Castiel, he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, but the two of you had to keep moving. If this reaper found you, you dreaded what would happen to the man. He had many targets on his head, and you were trying to stop him from being shot.
He groaned as you shook his shoulder, wanting to stay asleep. That was a human quality you could relate to, but not one you were privileged of having as a hunter.
“Castiel, we have to go.” Reluctantly, he got up and dressed himself as you previously had. He went into the bathroom, leaving you to ponder in your thoughts as you looked at the bed the two of you had more than shared. What did this mean for the two of you? Was it just a one night deal? Being a hunter made you no stranger to such ordeals. It was a price amongst many that had to be paid for living such dangerous lifestyles.
There was always something supernatural lurking, and it was your sworn duty to execute any threats. You quickly grabbed your angel blade as the front door began to open, revealing a woman with red hair. It wasn’t hard to guess what it was. It was the reaper, and she found Cas to your dismay.
“Is it too early for room service?” She asked you, walking past the threshold of the room. Instinctively, you stood in an offensive position, your weapon gripped in your dominant hand.
“I don’t mind taking the trash out.” You replied, looking her dead in the eyes. You allowed her to come closer, thrashing your arm out in attempts to stab her. But creatures of death were stronger than humans, and so she grabbed your arm, holding it securely as she bashed your head a couple of times into the bedframe. And just like that, you were out like a light.
When light returned to your vision, you saw Cas tied to a chair, blood drawn on his exposed chest in lines through his flesh. The reaper was torturing him, and you shifted in attempts to stop her infliction, but similar to Cas, you were bound to a chair. There was no longer hope praying to the man across from you, he could not be a saviour to either one of you, instead you trusted the Winchesters would get here in time. If they didn’t, you weren’t keen on how far she would take this torture.
“Let him go.” Growling at her drew her attention, and April began towards you, though not fully leaving Castiel. His pain was etched in her mind and dripping down the angel blade she held, he was her mission, and she would not be one to give it up so easily. In return to your demand, the reaper laughed at you. The predicament was not ideal, you were giving her orders whilst you were her captive.
“Is that so you can fuck him again, hunter?” Her question made you sick. There was a chance she had been watching the whole exchange, it was an intimate moment, and it was supposed to have been a private one as well. Your stomach churned at the thought, dulling you into silence. This was one of many reasons why you resented and ended the lives of monsters, their manners were crippled along with their natures.
The carpet appeared more interesting than her face. It held the mud that you had dragged in with your boots, making the soft texture rough. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t look at the monster as she returned to Cas, hearing his protests and noises of pain. You came here to save him, and that was the one thing you were failing at.
“How about I talk to your friend here, then perhaps you will give me the answers to my questions.” April turned to you once more, her presence pulling your eyes up from the floor. In response to her attention, you spat rudely at the reaper, earning yourself a slap against the side of your face. Her palm burned as though she had heated it from the depths of hell itself, your head whipping in the same direction it had swept.
“You’re going to have to do better than that.” She saw your remark as a challenge, and so she grasped the sleek silver blade and ploughed it through your chest, which caused Cas to scream out at the sight and prickling of agony. Everything blurred as the sharp edge tapped your heart, sending you to a darker place than earth.
New life, it was a great gasp of air, or series of them. Your hand reached up, feeling the closed flesh upon your chest. The wound was gone, and so was the reaper, her vessel laid motionless on the floor, as did Sam, until he suddenly lurched up, appearing exhausted.
And then you saw him, alive. Castiel. You looked down to see your binds untied and on the motel floor, and you were quick to stand and go to him despite your light headedness. His eyes were shocked to see you fine, he was certain he had witnessed your death.
Death, there were so many annotations. You had been to purgatory, and Sam had assumed death had wreaked a toll on you, his brother and the angel. But here you all were, breathing human intakes of air, surviving the backlash of heaven.
“You were wrong Cas.” You began. “To be human is to be on the verge of death, overlooking it from a cliff that will one day erode. If I were you, I’d search for any variable that could restore your grace. At least then you wouldn’t succumb to such vulnerability and exposure. You would be free of this pain, and any desire you have, you’d have the strength not to give into it.”
As the brothers stared at you, confused by your outburst, you fled the room, going to your ‘borrowed’ car only to find that presumably the reaper had deflated them with the blade. That meant that you would have to ride with Sam and Dean, keeping what had happened to yourself in the same pattern as they were. They always had secrets, and you could sense something was not right in this scenario. You were beyond sure you were on the lift down to hell, and for once it was not Cas raising you from below. It was something else playing with the routine of the afterlife, and you were determined to find the conclusion as to what it was.
Opening the back door of the impala, you sat, looking out of the window as the three men exited the rented room. Last night Castiel saw you at your peak, at your most vulnerable. It couldn’t happen again, you wouldn’t allow it. You had tried keeping a straight line of professionalism the entire time you had been exorcising demons and beheading vamps, it was against your code to allow an angel to get that close. He was your friend, yes, but you couldn’t allow him to be anything further than that, no matter how your pulse flickered in his presence.
