𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Inspired by Frank Sinatra’s I Could Write A Book
Castiel can’t understand his vessel's sudden disequilibrium around Y/N, so decides to keep his distance from the hunter. But can this new sensation be love? And if so, will a dance help the stubborn angel realize it, or will he forever be blind to the intricacies of humanity?
fluff, fluff. slow dance, fluff, fluff
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Castiel wandered about the bunker aimlessly, searching for something to do. The Winchesters were on a hunt and had left him behind to hold down the fort.
In the meantime, he was limited to thoughtful walks around the Men of Letters compound until the boys called with an update.
In truth, Castiel’s little promenades held more purpose than he would care to admit. Y/N had stayed behind with him but the angel was determined to avoid her.
It certainly wasn’t his intention to hurt her, but lately he’d felt different whenever she was in his vicinity. Innocent conversations would make him stammer and accidental touches would send electric pulses racing through him. The sight of her would spark an unfamiliar warmth within him, and frankly it was concerning. Until Castiel could discern Y/N’s influence on his vessel, he thought it best to minimize contact with her, however disappointing it might be.
It wasn’t until the angel strode across the dormitory hall that he heard a strange sound. He frowned as a tinny music filled the air.
Perplexed, he followed the tune until it led him to the library. He stepped inside and gave a small smile at what he saw.
Sitting on the floor with heaps of records sprawled out before her sat Y/N. She was beaming at the dusty collection of disks, and seemed to be organizing them.
“Hello, Y/N.” Castiel said.
She looked up and grinned. “Hey Cas, where’ve you been hiding?”
The angel frowned and spoke defensively. “Hiding? Why would you ask that? I haven’t been hiding.”
Y/N quirked a brow. “Hey, relax Cas. I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant to say that you’ve been MIA.”
He looked around the room and observed the record player on the table. “What is all of this?” He asked her, cocking his head to the side.
Y/N’s face lit up and Castiel felt his heart swell. He clutched his chest uncomfortably, but if Y/N noticed, she didn’t let on.
“I was looking through some old boxes here in the library and found an old record collection! Some of these disks date as far back as the 1940’s, can you believe it?”
Castiel didn’t understand her excitement. The 1940’s really weren’t all that long ago, but he supposed his concept of time was different than that of a human’s.
“This is all very... fascinating.” He managed to say as he examined a mildew stained record cover.
Y/N giggled at his obvious indifference. “They might seem unassuming, but the moment you play one... it’s like magic.”
Castiel smiled wistfully at humanity’s innocence and its notion of magic.
“Can I choose one to play?” He asked.
“Really?”
“Yes. I’d like to experience this... magic.”
Y/N smiled. “Go ahead.”
The angel walked around the library, peering at each record cover, trying to choose one that called to him. He found a battered copy of Frank Sinatra’s “I could write a book” and picked it up.
“Perhaps this one.”
“Cool, let’s check it out.” Y/N stood up and took the disk from him. She placed it on the platter and for a moment there was only static. Castiel furrowed his brows at the mundanity of the device. He was just about to protest when the first few silky notes rose up from the record player.
If they ask me, I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper and look...
Castiel nodded his approval. “This is a very pleasing tune. I understand now why humans-“
He paused when he turned to look at Y/N. She was swaying softly, a strange look on her face as she listened intently to Sinatra’s smooth rendition.
“Y/N?” He called out to her uncertainly.
She snapped out of her trance. “Cas, yeah. Umm... great choice.”
The angel looked at Y/N critically, his sharp focus studying her odd movements.
“Would you like to dance?”
She gave a jolt at his suggestion. “I don’t even know how to dance.”
Castiel looked down at himself and assessed his vessel. “Neither do I.” He admitted. “But maybe we can learn together.” He stepped towards her and clasped her hand. “I believe this is how the humans do it.” He said lowly, placing a hand on her waist.
Y/N could feel her hand tremble in his hold, and tried to steady herself. “Yeah Cas,” she stammered. “Just like that.”
The angel’s mouth twitched upward in a half smile. He could read the excitement in Y/N’s mind, and felt the tension of her frame. With a new rush of confidence, he coughed politely. “Shall we?” He asked.
She could only manage a nod, not trusting herself to speak.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot...
Castiel took the lead, guiding Y/N across the library floor. He moved with grace, his cobalt gaze never leaving her face.
She laughed weakly in his arms. “You know, for someone who hasn’t danced in millennia, you’re pretty good at it.”
“Yes,” he answered dryly. “It seems I am.” As they moved in tandem, Y/N gripped the starchy fabric of Castiel’s trench coat, her knuckles whitening from the force.
He looked to where she was gripping his shoulder, and moved to place his hand over hers. “There’s no need to be nervous.” He said softly. “It’s only me.”
Her tension eased. “I know. That’s the problem,” she whispered. Y/N gave a short laugh at the wrinkled patch that remained on his coat. “Sorry about that...”
Castiel hardly stirred. “Y/N,” he began. “I have stood by the sidelines of humanity for eons. I have seen great terror and great goodness in all those years, but went about existence as a warrior. An observer.”
“What are you saying?”
Castiel stopped dancing and studied Y/N for a moment. He smiled kindly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“It wasn’t until I met the Winchesters that I began to appreciate the intricacies of humanity, and what they entail.”
He cupped her face in his hand, and swiped his thumb softly against her cheek.
“But it wasn’t until I met you that I began to feel those complex sentiments for myself.”
“Castiel?”
The angel moved a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.
“Y/N,” he whispered. “I think I love you.”
He dipped his face downwards and kissed her. In that moment, all was fire and ice. Y/N felt a warmth surge through her as the angel’s cool lips met her own. She clutched at his lapels and melted into his touch. Castiel smiled against her lips and revelled in the goodness and hope that lingered within their kiss.
When they parted, both angel and hunter were left breathless from the intensity of their sentiment.
Castiel grinned sheepishly, his hair left ruffled by the kiss. “If you’d like, we could dance to one more song.”
Y/N smiled and placed his hand on her waist. “I’d love to.”
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers of friends...
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Read Chapter One of the Dancing With Team Free Will Series: Rhinestone Cowboy (Reader x Dean)
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Author's Note: Requests are OPEN! So sorry that this took forever, had a massive slump in creative ability especially with writing...hope you enjoy! If you would like to be added to any of my tags, let me know!
Request: Oh perfect! Okay so, for Supernatural. Reader is a dancer and Cas wants to tag along when she goes for her solo practice. He admires her talent and takes a strong liking to her. Up to you if he actually falls in love or if they just remain close friends. Randomly inspired by a soundtrack I was listening to earlier lol
Y/N’s brown hair danged slightly around her face, the stray hairs that curled away from her messy bun. She gripped her coffee mug close to her chest and breathed deeply, the scent of it. She smiled contently with her eyes closed and took her first sip.
“Mornin’” Dean’s groggy voice came around the corner.
“Good morning.” Y/N replied back peeking her eyes open and tucking her feet up on the chair where she was perched.
Dean’s perfect green eyes hung on her body, “I will never understand how you are able to do that…”
Y/N tipped her head to the side, “Do what?”
Dean poured his coffee and walked over to the table where Y/N was; his finger pointing at her, “That…get all tucked into a ball like that.” He sat down, “Where is Sam? Why isn’t there food?”
Y/N chuckled, “I’m a dancer, Dean. I have to be limber…” she said getting up from her position, her eyes warned Dean silently.
“I’m been dying to find out…” he said under his breath.
She bent over and pulled out a pan from the cabinet, “I still heard that!” She said with laughter in her voice.
Dean smiled, “Hey, you have that thing today right?” He furrowed his eyebrows inquisitively.
“Yeah,” Y/N’s voice was laced with a hint of nervousness.
“You are going to do great, Y/N.” Castiel’s voice suddenly
Dean closed his eyes and pressed his lips together tightly and held up a finger to the angel, “You have got to stop doing that so early in the morning, Cas!”
“I—I am sorry to startle you, Dean. I just wanted to make sure I was here before, Y/N left.” Cas responded and then turned his attention to her as she began to cook for herself and the Winchesters.
“Aw, that’s really sweet of you Cas, thanks!” Y/N’s lips curled up into a bright smile, she turned around gracefully and she hugged him tightly.
Castiel stiffened up slightly with uncertainty, “Should I reciprocate the embrace or would that be inappropriate?”
Y/N released her arms from around the trench coat wearing angel, “One of these days you are going to be the first to hug me; I’m telling you…one of these days, Cas.” She laughed.
“Perhaps.” Cas said.
Sam’s sloppy footsteps slid around the corner as he entered the kitchen. “Sam! Nice to see you up so early on this fine morning…”
Dean’s head tilted to the side and he looked at his younger brother, “You had sex.” He paused, “didn’t you?” Y/N looked at Dean over her shoulder from the stovetop. Dean’s smile erupted onto his face, “Sammy you dirty son-of-a-bitch!”
“Come on, not so loud okay, Dean. Please…” the younger Winchester winced at his brother’s brash voice.
Y/N’s arm came across Sam’s body where he sat down at the table with his coffee, “Morning, Sammy.”
“Thanks, Y/N. Looks great.” He responded to the plate of hot food that now lay in front of him.
“Thanks, Y/N.” Dean hungrily stared down at the heaping plate of food and picked up his fork.
“Anytime guys!” She smiled.
“Aren’t you going to have any?” Sam asked her.
She shook her head, “No, I’ve got to head out for my solo practice this morning.” She attempted to hide her smile but was unsuccessful, “This is like huge, guys…this could be the one that launches my career…I’m really excited but nervous.” She fussed with the hem of her shirt.
“No, that’s amazing, Y/N and you are going to do amazing today. I know it!” Sam encouraged.
“Yeah, Y/N. You’re pretty fucking good, I don’t know how you do it. Shit’s painful but you make it look so, so, good.” He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.
Y/N laughed and tossed a rag at Dean, “Thanks, guys.” She smiled, “means a lot…”
“I will go with you, Y/N.” Cas interjected in the moment. Y/N was about to speak but Castiel continued, “I will go.” He paused, his eyes firm, “I have never seen you dance, Y/N. I wish to see it.”
“O—okay. I mean—I guess there’s no stopping an angel of the Lord.” She nodded, “I’ll be ready to go in 20.”
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“Ready to go, Cas?” Y/N asked, twirling her hair into a fine bun that sat on top of her head and the small piece of fabric flowed around her slender waist.
“You look very nice, Y/N.” Castiel’s eyes slowly traveled down Y/N’s body. His hand lifted the edge of the fabric draped around her waist, “I can see through this.”
Y/N laughed and brushed his hand away, “Yeah, Cas. It’s what ballet dancers wear…it’s supposed to be like that.” She smiled sweetly at his childlike curiosity. “But it’s nice to know you would look out for me like that, Cas.” She giggled and jokingly punched his shoulder. “Come on, Cas.” She said and grabbed his hand, “Let’s go.”
The two of them ascended the metal, spill staircase and closed the door behind them.
Sam and Dean sat there in the kitchen of the bunker for a few minutes in silence before Sam began to speak, “Are they together?”
Dean took a bit of his toast, “I don’t know…and don’t think we aren’t going to not talk about what you did last night.” Sam smirked and rolled his eyes.
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“Y/N, solo practice. 8 am.” She spoke clearly into the speaker as she held the button in.
“Okay, I will buzz you in. Third floor, talk to Adrian.” The buzzer rang and the door unlocked.
Y/N turned to Castiel with a vivid expression of excitement, “Come on!” She smiled.
“I could have unlocked the door for you, Y/N. I do not understand why you are excited for—” he paused mid sentence when his crystal blue eyes locked with Y/N’s; her eyes glared at back at him and she crossed her arms, “Oh, I understand.”
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“Just right through here, Y/N.” Adrian pointed down the hallway, “You give the cue for your music then it will start.” She paused, “Your solo practice will be monitored and you should know by the end of the week if you have been chosen. Any questions?”
“No, ma’am.” Y/N shook her head slightly. Adrian motioned with her hand to the man that stood behind her. “Oh, um. This is my friend, came along to help me stretch before…can he stay in the room then?”
Her face tightened with a grin, “Oh, of course, dear.” She smiled, “Good luck!”
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“How do I help you, Y/N?” Cas asked with a lowered jaw.
She smiled up to him and placed her hands on his chest and replied, “You don’t have to help me with anything. You’re here, that’s what matters.” She leaned up and pecked a sweet kiss onto his cheek and then retreated to her bag.
She finished tying them tightly to her ankles and stood in the center of the room, she raised her hand to signal that she was ready for her music. She took a deep breath in and started with the music.
Castiel’s icy blue eyes eagerly watched as Y/N’s slender body moved graciously across the floor, her hands delicately engaging in dance. The thing fabric bounce as she came up onto her toes and leaped with agility.
Y/N spun angelically to the soft tones of the music, her body an instrument to invoke feeling and emotion; those Castiel was able to receive.
His heart picked up in pace and his lips parted slightly in amazement of how Y/N was able to move her body so elegantly. The music came to a soft end and she finished with a slight bow.
Y/N smiled and waved upward to signify the end of her routine. “How’d I do?” Y/N skipped over to Castiel who was holding her bag.
“Y/N, that was the most beautiful thing that I have ever set eyes on. I have seen all of God’s creation and it’s beauty but it does not compare to you.” Castiel admitted, his engaging eyes remained fixed on Y/N’s.
Y/N smiled widely at his words and she soon embraced his vessel within her arms, squeezing him tightly. “That means so much to me Castiel. Thank you.”
Summary: When Gabriel flirts with Castiel's girl, it's time for payback.
A/N: Day 3 of HDE. Stranger Things costumes involved. *Fluff*
Pairing: Castiel x reader (feat. Gabriel, Jack)
Word Count: 309
"Are you sailing off to sea?" Gabriel forgoes any greeting, getting down to the punchline as he wraps his arms around the younger angel. "Because this is... not working for you, Bucko." The party, filled with hunters, monsters, and everything in between, took over the common areas of the bunker. And while being one of the most powerful creatures, Gabriel felt to wreak havoc on with non-angelic abilities.
"Gabriel," Castiel grunts, tilting his head.
The archangel glances above his brother's head, where a crisp white sailor's hat resides. "Oh shit, it says ahoy!" He can barely form the syllables as cackling erupts. Castiel glowers, but it goes unnoticed. "See, this is why I'm wearing a costume. What did you do to deserve this?"
"Well, he's doing me," you interrupt, slithering between the two to straighten Castiel's cap. "And I think he looks adorable."
"Yeah, but you look hot," Gabriel says, bobbing his head. There's a growl in Castiel's chest only audible to angels, and Gabriel refocuses. "What the hell are you two?”
"Robin and Steve from Stranger Things. You haven't seen it?"
"Are you kidding, I haven't even watched Downton Abbey yet." Gabriel ogles at your costume. "But, I may start now."
Castiel studies his brother's vessel. The angle of his cheekbones, his tanned skin, and the mischief in his eyes... Castiel reveals a crooked grin.
"Well, I think you would make an excellent Dustin."
Gabriel squints in confusion, looking to you for an answer while Castiel beckons Jack over from across the party. Whispering in the Nephilim's ear, Jack's simper resembles his father's. That's when Jack snaps his fingers.
Gabriel's non-existent costume transforms into a mesh trucker's hat, shorts, and high knee socks, resembling that of the character.
"What the hell..."
The entire room observes, and there's warm laughter throughout.
Summary: On her first day back at work, she thinks something is off about the new employee, Steve. He doesn’t ever seem to know what he’s doing and seems lost, hurt, and confused- that’s what drew her to him. A magnetic pull that, despite y/n’s efforts, she couldn’t seem to shake. She felt something deep within her soul that she couldn’t ignore- even when he wasn’t around she was thinking about him. So, what is it? And what’s that faint, faint blue light that seems to encircle him wherever he goes?
Warnings: None.
Rating: Fluff.
Word Count: 3,264
Title: The Truth About Steve | Part One (of 3)
Castiel's eyes begin to flutter shut as he leans against the checkout counter, his heart beating slowly and his head bobbing as he slowly drifts off. A weak voice in the back of his head fights with him to stay awake as he hears footsteps nearing him, but he simply rests his chin in his hand. "Hello," he murmurs. "What can I do for you today? Checking out? Cash or..." He shakes his head, his eyes briefly fluttering open at the sound of quiet laughter.
"You're the new guy, huh?" Castiel blinks a few times, standing up a little straighter. "Oh. Hello," he extends his hand in greeting. "I'm-"
"Steve. I can see your name tag," she laughs slightly, reaching out and shaking his hand before giving him another smile. "You looked beat- what happened? Did you stay up too late?" Castiel pauses, unsure what the correct response would be. Does he tell her he doesn’t have a place to stay, let alone enough money for the essentials of human living, or does he lie? He pauses as he slowly realizes he doesn't even know what humans would do late at night, and instead shrugs, faltering slightly.
"I didn't sleep well. I'm...in between homes right now." He casts his gaze away, and y/n frowns, tilting her head at him. Her heart swells slightly as she takes in his helpless, broken demeanor and she puts her hand on his shoulder sympathetically.
"We've all been there," she whispers, unable to ignore the tug at her heartstrings when he meets her gaze. "If you need help, let me know." Castiel tilts his head.
"You don't know me," his gaze flickers to her nametag. "Y/n, you do not know me." His gaze slides back to her, his eyes darkening slightly. "I could be dangerous," chills run up her spine at the way his voice drops an octave, yet his lips turn up in a quirky, lopsided half-grin, and he turns his gaze to the ground again. "Not that I am," he says quickly. "But I could be." Y/n laughs and shakes her head.
"For some reason I highly doubt that," she regards the faint glow around him, her eyes shining. "There’s something about you...I can't quite place it, but you seem good." Castiel’s eyes light up at this, and he smiles softly again.
"I'm glad you're not frightened of me." His eyes close again, and he sways slightly, gripping the counter for support. "Sorry- don't worry about me, I'm fine." He waves his hand as she approaches behind the counter, reaching out and grabbing hold of him to try and steady him.
"You don't look too good, Steve." She tightens her grip on his arm when he lurches forward, and she shakes her head. "Okay, that's it. We're closing early- come on, I'm gonna get you back to where you’re staying so I know you didn't die on the way." Castiel shakes his head slightly
"You can't do that," his breath comes out raspy, and y/n nods.
"Yes, I can- and I will."
"No, you..." He looks down at her. "When I said I'm in between homes- I don't have one y/n, as in- no friends, no family…I don’t have anywhere," she blinks a few times, her gaze falling on the dimming light around him, a small, low static him filling her ears.
"Well...then...you're coming home with me," she tugs his arm lightly. "Come on, I want to make sure you're okay. I can...I can make you some soup? You can camp out on my couch or something until you find a place." Castiel turns his gaze to her once more. Her heart beats quickly at the desperate look in his eyes, his obvious want for food and a warm place to stay battling with the doubts swirling around in his head.
"Steve, please." He blinks a few times, casting his gaze away and sighing.
"That's very kind of you," he replies. "I am forever grateful." She smiles and helps guide him out to her car, making sure there are no customers on her way, and locking up once they are outside. He practically falls into the passenger seat, his head falling back and eyes closing instantly, a small grunt falling past his lips. She smiles to herself, shutting the door after him and moving quickly over to her door, climbing in.
"If you end up being a murderer I'm going to be so angry," she mutters, eliciting a laugh from his direction, followed by a deep sigh. She glances over at him once more before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Castiel grins again, his eyes involuntarily closing as the radio quietly hums to life.
“Mmm. It’s a good thing I’m not,” he replies softly, pausing before turning his gaze to her. “I’m very…pleasantly surprised by your kindness, y/n. In only a few weeks I’ve been shown kindness that revives my faith in this world.” Y/n blushes slightly and turns on her right turn single.
“Well…thank you. I’m just doing the right thing,”
“What if it’s not safe?”
“Well…I don’t know. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt- you don’t seem bad.” Y/n looks away from the road to meet his gaze and smiles. “I guess I trust you? It’s not like we’re total strangers- we’ve been around each other a bit.” Castiel smiles softly and lets ’s his eyes close again. He hums contently, the cool air blowing some of his hair around a bit.
“That’s true,” he replies softly. “We haven’t talked much, but we’ve worked with each other for a while.”
“We haven’t talked because you’ve never answered me. It’s like you don’t know how to talk to girls or something.” Castiel’s cheeks heat up and he hangs his head in shame, his demeanor once again resembling a kicked-puppy.
“My…social skills are rusty,” he mumbles softly, his hand twitching slightly as a sad look crosses his face. He lifts his head up, eyes shiny, and turns his gaze to the car’s sunroof, staring at the sky as stars and street lamps fly past them. “I’m not too good with people,” he clarifies. “I’ve had a sort of…crutch ever since I’ve been here, and…” his voice trails off. “And now I don’t.” Y/n nods, but stays silently, keeping her gaze on the road. “It’s overwhelming,” he continues, “there are so many things you have to worry about. Food, shelter, clean clothes…” He sighs. “And on top of all of that, you have to…interact with others in a way that won’t offend them. Or scare them.”
“Steve?” She asks softly. “Is this the first time you’ve been on your own?” Castiel pauses and then nods.
“Yes. I had…well, I used to have a great deal of power, and I gave it up for what I thought was right, and for my friends. And, well, I still had my power but not the same position. Now I don’t have power, and…now my friends,” his eyes shine more as he stares at the sky, “they kicked me out of their place.” Y/n frowns.
“So, you sacrificed everything for them, and once you lost this…power, they just dumped you on the side of the road?” Castiel nods.
“Basically, yes.”
“Steve…” she shakes her head. “I’m so sorry- that’s not…that’s horrible. What kind of friend…”
“I’m sure he had his reasons,” Castiel interjects. “He wouldn’t have done it if there wasn’t a reason.” Y/n can’t help but notice the hope in his voice and she briefly turns her gaze to him.
“You don’t know though?”
“No, not really.”
There’s a long stretch of comfortable silence, both thinking about the other as y/n drives.
Castiel can’t keep his mind off how nervous he seems to be around her- and how genuinely kind she is to take him in like this, let him stay at her place- still with an underlying fear of something bad waiting for him at the house.
Y/n can’t wrap her head around why she’s so drawn to Steve- sure, he’s handsome, but she usually doesn’t throw trust at strangers like this. But something about Steve feels…safe, familiar, even. Yet she can’t figure out what, or why. She sighs, her grip tightening around the wheel slightly. She notices Steve’s eyes closing, and his head bobbing slightly as he slowly dozes off. Her eyebrows pull together slightly at the ever-dimming light surrounding him, not thinking as she reaches out to feel it, curiosity getting the best of her.
Her hand hovers just over his shoulder, a light tingle traveling up her arm, causing her to gasp. Steve jerks awake, his eyes widening as he pulls away from her slightly, his hand grabbing her wrist.
“I-I’m sorry,” she pulls her hand away quickly, her cheeks heating up as she turns her attention to the road. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, I just…” Her voice trails off, and Steve shivers slightly.
“It’s fine, y/n. You didn’t mean any harm…” He stretches in the limited space he has, a loud sigh escaping his lips. “I’m just very tired.” She glances over at him, frowning.
“You look kinda pale,” she murmurs.
As she pulls into her apartments parking lot, she glances over at him worriedly. She quickly parks and reaches over, lightly feeling his forehead.
“Oh, Steve,” she sighs, pulling her hand away and frowning. “You have a fever.” Castiel frowns, the same puppy dog expression crossing his face.
“A fever?”
“Yeah, you’re sick.” She sighs and opens her door. “Come on, I have some ibuprofen inside- it’ll help with the fever.” Castiel sighs, pushing the door open and practically rolling out of the car, barely catching himself on the door.
“I’m never sick,” he mumbles, holding his head slightly. “This is horrible.” Y/n rushes over to his side and grabs his arm.
“Come on, Steve. Let’s get you up to my room- if you want I could make soup, or…”
“No, no! Please, you’re already offering me a place to stay- and giving me medicine. You don’t need to do anything else for me.” Castiel replies quickly, guilt forming in the pit of his stomach.
“But, I must have dinner anyways, Steve. I might as well…” She looks hopefully at him, his quickly dulling blue gaze turning to her.
“I…y/n, I…” He sighs, his eyes fluttering shut. “I think I need to sit down,” he reaches out for the car to steady himself, and y/n’s eyes widen as her grip tightens on his arm.
“Okay, okay, come on. I’m taking you up.”
Castiel practically collapses onto the couch, his chest rising and falling heavily as he squeezes his eyes shut, the sound of y/n shuffling through drawers deafening to his ears. The material of his clothes scratches at his skin, his whole body practically tingling as every slight move sends an odd sensation through his body. He groans in discomfort, tugging the sleeves of his shirt up to try and get relief from the heat, only to breath heavily when it sends a painful, tingling sensation through his whole arm. Y/n rushes over and stares down at him.
“I, uh- I think I have an old boyfriend’s shirt you could wear- an ex, ex…uh.” She sets something down on the table. “Right. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Castiel’s eyes flutter open as she walks away.
“What do I need a shirt for?”
“So, you aren’t so overheated,” she calls out, quickly rushing back in with a plain grey T. “Here, if you want- uh, if you have boxers on or something, you could take off your pants- if it, uh…would make you more comfortable?” She holds the shirt out to him, and he stares forward at it. He takes the shirt, and shifts, pushing himself to stand up. “Whoa, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to…is there a restroom I could change in?” Y/n coughs slightly and nods. “Yeah, I, uh, sorry.” She laughs. “Yeah, over here.” She takes his elbow and gently leads him over to the small bathroom, only walking away when the door closes.
She rifles through the medicine cabinet, trying to find ibuprofen and aspirin when she hears a loud crash. “Oh my god,” she rushes back to the bathroom, throwing the door open without thinking.
Castiel grips the counter to support himself, leaning his forehead on it as well. His bare back is turned to her, the only clothing actually on him being plain, white boxers. Y/n chokes slightly, and whirls around. “Oh- oh I’m so, uh, oh god…I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to- I hear a loud- I thought…I thought maybe you’d fallen, I didn’t…” Another low, almost pained groan falls past Castiel’s lips, and he shakes his head, attempting to stand up.
“It’s fine, y/n, I-” He lurches forward, catching himself on the doorframe, still gripping the shirt. She turns slowly.
“I…how did you even get this sick? What happened.” For the first time, y/n notices the dark circles under his sunken, tired eyes and how a light layer of sweat covers his torso, his skin almost looking sunburnt from the heat. Her jaw drops open. “Steve…what- why are you…how long have you not had a place to stay?” He turns his gaze to the ground, wobbling slightly despite his efforts to keep steady.
“A few months maybe.”
“Have you been eating?”
“Not consistently.”
“Are those the only clothes you have?” He pauses before slowly nodding. “Steve…” She frowns, and reaches out, grabbing his arm. “Come on, let’s get you to the couch.”
“What about the shirt?” Y/n pauses.
“If you’re comfortable you can leave it off, or you can put it on. I just thought you’d be more comfortable like this.” Castiel nods slowly and puts the shirt aside. “I could get you a blanket to cover up though- if you’d like.” He nods slowly.
“That would be nice,” he replies, watching her walk away only to reappear a few moments later with a thin, grey blanket. She drapes it across his lap, and opens a pill bottle, shaking out two small, round, red pills into his hand. “Take this,” she hands him a glass of water. “It should help your fever.” She stands up. “I’m going to change out of my work clothes, and then make some dinner. I’m probably going to make soup…would you like some?” Castiel’s eyebrows pull together and he nods slowly.
“Yes, I would…I would love some food, but please don’t go out of your way…”
“Steve, I have to eat. I might as well make you some food while I’m at it.” She smiles softly and then turns. “I’ll be right back- stay there, okay?” Castiel nods and his eyes flutter shut. He pulls the blanket up closer to his chest, allowing himself to relax on the couch more, his hot, flushed skin sensitive to the couch’s coolness. He hums softly, unable to open his eyes as he hears shuffling in the kitchen.
“Y/n?” He mumbles.
“Yeah, It’s me.” Castiel sighs at her voice, slumping on the couch more, now completely laying on the couch.
“I’m glad it wasn’t a robber- or a murderer,” he mumbles, swallowing thickly and trying to sit up. “I wouldn’t be much help,” y/n laughs at this, and he hears her soft footsteps grow nearer as she shuffles over to him, placing a cool cloth over his forehead.
“I’m just heating up some soup, it shouldn’t take too long.” She brushes strands of his slightly damp hair out of his face, practically combing through his hair with her hand as she stares down at him. Castiel mumbles incoherently, a small smile sliding across his face. Although y/n can’t hear what he says, she laughs softly, and her hand rests on the side of his face. “It’s like you’ve never had the flu before,” she mumbles softly, her head tilting as her lips curl into a small smile. His eyes flutter open and his lips briefly part.
“I don’t get sick very much,” he replies sheepishly.
“It must be because of you not taking care of yourself, recently.” She lightly taps his nose and stands up. “I’m gonna make you a bowl, and I’ll be right back over.” Castiel nods and forces himself into a sitting position, the blanket falling from around his shoulders and covering his lap. Y/n sits down next to him, holding the bowl carefully. She takes a small sip of the soup, and then nods, turning to Castiel. “Here, Steve.” She lifts a spoonful to his mouth and he glances at her briefly before his lips part and he takes the bite, quickly chewing the small chunks of vegetable and what appears to be chicken before swallowing. She smiles and reaches to get another spoonful.
“Y/n I can feed myself- you still need to eat.” She smiles slightly as she lifts the spoon up to him again, and he pauses, glancing over at her.
“I already ate, okay? I knew you wouldn’t let me cook food for you otherwise. So just…eat.” His cheeks turn red- whether from the fever, or embarrassment y/n wasn’t sure, but he complies, swallowing the soup and following her movements as she brings the spoon back to the bowl.
They continue this until the bowl is close to empty and Castiel refuses the last bites, claiming to be full. Y/n eyes him, squinting slightly.
“Are you saying that because you’re actually full or because you feel bad? Because we are literally like three bites away from finishing this.”
“We?” Castiel echoes.
“You, I meant you.” She clears her throat. “So, uh, are you sure? You really don’t want the rest…” Castiel’s gaze stays on the bowl.
“Well…”
“Steve, just take the last of it. You haven’t been eating properly- as you said, you haven’t had a home. You might as well?” Castiel swallows roughly, slowly nodding.
“Yes, please.” Y/n smiles and quickly feeds him the last of the soup. Castiel stares down at his lap, smoothing his hands over the light blanket. “Well…thank you, y/n- again. You’ve been so kind to me these past few hours.” She smiles, and pushes his hair back again, picking up the long-discarded (and no longer cool) washcloth. She sits up, and takes the bowl over to the sink, cautiously returning to the couch.
“So…” She sits down next to him, and he smiles over at her tiredly. “I can go grab you a pillow and an extra comforter- are you cold? Do you need more blankets? I do have the extra comforter if you need it- and some other heavier blankets. Would you like some?” He smiles.
“If it wouldn’t be much trouble- I could help, if you want.”
“No, no. You rest here. Luckily for you, it’s Friday. If I remember right neither of us have work tomorrow…right?” Castiel frowns and nods slowly.
“I work weekdays,” he replies.
“Yeah! Me too.” They pause for a long time, and then she nods, standing up. “Okay. I’ll go get your blankets then.” She smiles again and heads for the closet.
It only takes a few minutes to gather all the items, but by the time she’s back, Castiel is already lying down, his head resting on the couch’s armrest, his bare chest rising and falling rhythmically. She lifts his head carefully to stuff the pillow underneath, and lays the blankets over him, walking over to the hallway and flicking the lights off. “Goodnight, Steve.” She mutters, turning away from him and sighing. “I really, really hope you’re as good as I think you are.”
A/N: Here’s the fic I promised I’d write based on this imagine!
Anyways. Hope you enjoy!
Title: To Annoy an Angel
Summary: There’s no better way to pass the time than annoying Cas. Cas, on the other hand, has a different opinion on the matter.
Words: 1441
Castiel liked to think of himself as a responsible, mature adult. He was serious, often stoic, and not the type of guy you’d think was the fun type if you hadn’t known him long.
Nevertheless, the Winchesters had known him long. A very long time, to be exact. They were the only people capable of making Cas drop that solemn nature and be himself. It was nice to see him smile sometimes, and even joke around a little, and yourself and your brothers could make him do that.
You loved it. Cas was like another brother, and you adored messing around with him. Sam and Dean, on the other hand, honestly got a little frustrated with it all at times. When the both of you were together, there was no one who could stop you from acting like complete children.
Such as now.
“Sam! Tell Cas to stop poking- ow!”
“Then get your feet off my lap!”
“No, I- hey! Quit shoving me, Ass-tiel!”
“You can’t just steal Metatron’s nickname for me!”
Sam rolled his eyes and glanced over at Dean. The elder was glaring at the road ahead as he drove Baby, probably willing the ground to open up and swallow him.
The four of you had been driving for almost ten hours, now - you’d caught wind of a werewolf case in Ohio and had left early that morning. You had been quiet for more or less the whole journey, but now you were beginning to get restless, as you usually did, and you were taking it out in the best way possible. By annoying Cas.
Cas had been alright to begin with, taking your poking and whining and moving around in good strides, but now he just wanted the car journey to end.
“Y/N, please stop,” he said, pushing against your hands as you tried to poke his face.
“But I’m bored!”
Cas rolled his eyes and stared pointedly at Dean in the rear view mirror. The man caught his eye and briefly glanced over his shoulder. “Y/N, leave him alone.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Y/N.”
“I don’t want to!”
“You sound like a little kid now, sweetheart. Seriously, leave him alone. You’ve been annoying him this whole goddamn drive and it’s starting to piss Sammy and me off too.”
You sighed. Okay. Maybe you were being a little childish, but you couldn’t help it! Your brothers knew you hated long car journeys, and they knew you got extremely restless when you were tired, which you were. Sam had lost count of how many times he’d told you to try and get some sleep, your answer being ‘I’m not tired’ each and every time.
They knew you better than you knew yourself. You were clearly exhausted, and the younger man was honestly going to make his brother stop the car pretty damn soon and swap places with Cas if you didn’t agree to stop annoying the angel and sleep.
“Fine,” you said, shuffling over to your side of the seat and leaning your head against the cool glass.
“Go to sleep,” Sam said, giving you a pointed look.
“I’m not tired, Sammy.”
“Yes, you are. Sleep, or I’ll swap places with Cas and make you.”
You knew the threat wasn’t an empty one. With a sigh, you lifted your legs up and curled them underneath you, closing your eyes and trying to get to sleep-
“Hey, how far away are we?”
Sam groaned. You’d been quiet for around ten minutes, and he’d honestly thought you’d finally begun to drop off, but it seemed that even sleep couldn’t stop your restlessness.
Dean felt the same - worse, even - as he grit his teeth and glared at the road ahead. “Around three hours,” he told you.
“Can we stop somewhere?”
“Why do you wanna stop? You need the toilet?”
“No. I’m bored.”
“We’re not stopping, Y/N. Just three more hours and we’ll be there, okay? Try and go to sleep.”
Cas looked at you and snagged your arm, pulling you towards him. “Lay your head on my lap,” he told you, and despite you really not wanting to sleep, you did so anyway, relaxing as the angel’s hand came to rub your back and the sweet sound of his humming filled the car.
In no time at all, you were gone, the soft rise and fall of your breaths indicating to the angel that you had, in fact, been very tired.
You were asleep for an hour at the most, and your brothers and Cas had been extremely grateful for the peace and quiet. However, all good things did have to come to an end, as they soon found out when you woke up.
“Good morning,” Cas said with a soft smile, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. You groaned and buried your face in his lap.
“We’re still not there?”
“Almost.”
“That doesn’t make things better.”
Sam smiled as he looked over his shoulder. “You’d think we’d know that as soon as you woke up your annoyingness would change to grumpiness.”
You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not grumpy.”
“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” Dean said with a smirk. He looked at you in the rear view mirror and winked.
“I’m not grumpy,” you repeated, glowering at your eldest brother’s back. You felt more than heard Cas chuckle, and reached up, poking his chest.
“Stop laughing!” you said.
“How can I stop if you’re just too adorable?” he said with a smile, and you growled, sitting up and pushing at him.
Cas pushed back. “Don’t start this again!”
“I am not adorable!”
“Yes, you are!”
“No, I’m- did you just pinch me?”
“Yes, you- OW! Y/N! We do not bite!”
“Okay, Dad.”
“Y/N!”
“Cas!”
“Stop shoving me! Enough!”
“Then you stop being an ass!”
“I am not- stop it!”
“No, you- nohohoho! Dohon’t tihickle!”
Sam felt himself smiling at the giggles which immediately filled Baby. He looked over at Dean, happy to see he was looking noticeably more relaxed before glancing behind him to see exactly what he’d been hoping to see.
Cas had you lying back over his lap, hands grasped tightly in one of his while he tickled you with the other. “Serves you right!” the angel growled, leaning down and blowing a raspberry against your neck.
“CAHAHAHAS!” you screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and arching your back as those (ironically) devilish fingers danced over your stomach and up to your ribs.
“Yes?”
“STOHOHOP! DEHEAN! SAHAM! TELL HIM TOHOHOHO STOHOP!”
“Lemme think,” Dean said, grin threatening to split his face. He pretended to ponder for a moment before making his decision. “Nope. You gotta pay the price for annoying us to no ends.”
Sam nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and I’d sleep with one eye open tonight - this is Cas’s revenge. Dean and I, on the other hand...”
He let his threat hang, knowing you knew exactly what that meant. If you could roll your eyes between your hysterical laughter, you would. “PLEHEASE! CAHANT- CAN’T BREATHE!”
Cas chuckled, digging his fingers into your side and making you squeal. “No, Y/N, you can breathe. Just a couple more hours. Then you won’t be able to breathe.”
“OHOHOHOH MY GOHOD! CAHAHAHAS!”
Cas looked up at both Sam and Dean, noticing their smiles, and, regretfully, removed his fingers. He let your hands go and pat your stomach, sitting back against the seat and not surprised in the least when you stayed exactly where you were, sprawled across the angel’s lap and panting heavily, residual giggles still escaping your lips.
“Annoy me in this car again, and I won’t be so lenient,” he said, though you could see the amused twinkle in the blueness of his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.
You sighed, glaring at your brothers’ failed attempts at keeping their laughter in, and turned on your side, your back to them. You shuffled a little closer to Cas, burying your face in his stomach and gently taking a fistful of his trench coat in your hands.
“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” Sam said, and you huffed.
“I’m tired.”
Sam chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “Go to sleep then, trouble.”
You smiled, though none of them could see it, and slowly started to fall asleep to the hand that was soothingly rubbing your back and the sound of the car as it sped along the road.
And, before you drifted off to the land of dreams, you made a mental note to never annoy Cas in the car, exactly like he’d threatened there’d be consequences to...
Summary: Imagine waking up from a particularly bad nightmare and Cas comforting you
Reader Gender: Either
Word Count: 1,421
Warnings: Mentions of violence
Authors Note: If you enjoyed this, please like and/or reblog. xoxo, KD
Y/N = your name
Italics is your dream
You slowly opened your eyes, but weren’t sure if you really did at first because of how pitch black it was in the place you were in. All you could remember was that you were hunting a pretty nasty demon with Sam and Dean, and the next thing you knew, you felt like a boulder hit you in the back of the head.
There was a slight pressure on both your wrists and ankles; you tried to wriggle your arms and legs but the restraints that were holding you holding you in place weren’t budging in the slightest, they actually felt like they were getting tighter. “Great.” You mumbled to yourself, sighing as you looked up at what you assumed was a ceiling above you.
What felt like years, stadium type bright lights came on from the ceiling that slightly blinded you because of how bright they were. As quick as you could, you shut your eyes and turned your head. “Son of a bitch.” You said, louder than you wanted.
You heard some laughter that seemed to be coming from right in front of you. In that moment, you heard foot steps, and the sound of latex gloves snapping on someone’s hand. In a matter of seconds, you felt someone move your chin up. “Open your eyes,” said a very low and deep manly voice. You didn’t open your eyes like the man said, and you could hear him sigh. “Open your eyes now, or I’ll open them myself.” He said, more demanding and less patient this time. You did as the man said this time, and slowly opened them.
The man that was standing in front of you with his hand under your chin looked at you with a smirk; the kind that serial killers would wear to draw in their victims. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it dear?” He chuckled and you snapped your face away from his hand, which only made him chuckle more. The tall man, who was possibly the same height as Sam or possible taller, walked over to the metal table that was next to you that was covered with a white cotton sheet. Without either of you breaking eye contact from the other, he removed the sheet and revealed some of the items. On the metal desk were several different medical tools and non-medical tools that were in pristine condition. Either he has never used them before or he has a very religious cleaning ritual.
“You know,” The man started to speak, picking up a scalpel and examining it. He flicked the blade with his fingers, testing the sharpness of the object. “I didn’t like what you and your friends did to my experiments.” The man was very calm when he spoke. Speaking in a way a parent speaks to their child when they have caught their child doing something wrong and they are insanely disappointed.
“You were turning people into demons!” You shouted. In a split second, the scalpel was on your throat. You could feel the sharpness of the blade against your skin, but you didn’t flitch. The mans eyes turned pure black, his icy stare piercing into your skin like daggers.
“I WAS TRYING TO HELP THEM!” He yelled, no longer the calm and disappointed voice he previously had. He removed the scalpel from your neck and stepped back away from you. He placed the scalpel back on the metal table and straightened out his white lab coat. The tall man took a deep breath, his eyes flashing back to his vessel’s ocean blue ones.
“How is turning people into demons saving them?” You asked.
“You see, the people I was turning into demons were dying. A few of them had Cancer, and another few were dying from unknown causes. In my research I found that if you turn a person into a demon, they can no longer die from that disease.” He was calm again, and while he was explaining to you what he was doing, a part of you actually felt bad.
“But…” You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t find the words to try and hurt him. A part of you knew that he was trying to do something good, but his actions weren’t really working. He tried to turn people into demons, but the way he was going about it was just killing people faster than their disease could.
He walked over to you with the scalpel again, and placed the scalpel close to your neck, like the way he did before when you angered him. “Your friends will never find you, you know.” He said, smirking ever so calmly. He nicked your neck with the blade and drew a little bit of blood.
“Ouch.” You said, at the sudden pain that he just caused you. But in a split second, that pain was gone.
“Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be the end of our fun. We have all the time in the world.” He said, walking back to the metal table, grabbing another medical instrument.
Your vision started to go blurry, and all you could see was just random patches of your blood. The man didn’t cut you deep, but he cut you in a bunch of random little places that made you want to throw up. There were cuts on your feet and hands, your stomach and chest, and even on your face. There was dried blood above and below your eyes and thankfully none got into them. “P…Please.” You said, barely audible.
“You can’t handle this? Really? Y/N the badass hunter can’t handle this kind of pain? I’ve barely done anything.” He whispered in your ear and started to play with the top of your hair, the same way Sam or Dean would play with it if they were messing around with you. You felt a small tear roll down your cheek.
“They’re not coming.” You mumbled again, more tears started to stream down your face.
Your eyes shot open and you could feel wetness on your cheeks. You rubbed the tears from your eyes and looked at your doorway, noticing a figure standing there. “Cas?” You questioned, your voice sounding like a mixture between sleepy and like you just got done crying.
Cas walked towards you and sat down at the end of your bed. “I could…Hear you crying from the other room.” The angel looked at you with genuine concern on his face. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m…I’m fine. I just…I had a nightmare.” You tucked your knees against your chest, looking at him, trying your best to force a smile on your face but it wasn’t working.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, placing his hand on the top of your knee. This caused you to have a genuine soft smile on your face.
“Can you…Can you stay with me?” You asked, placing your hand on top of his. “It wasn’t a horrible nightmare but…It kind of freaked me out.” Cas nodded, and you got back unto the covers. You moved over to the left side of the bed so that there was enough room for Cas to lay down next to you. Once he did so, he wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in close so your face was buried in his chest. You shut your eyes for a moment, feeling at peace.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cas said, looking down at you. You looked up at him slightly, ready to speak. “Your nightmare that is?” He asked, as if to clarify.
“I…I got tortured by a demon and no one came to rescue me.” You looked away from him, kind of feeling slightly embarrassed in that moment for some reason. “It’s kind of stupid I know.” You decided to add, but quickly regretted saying that part.
“It’s not stupid Y/N.” He calmly said, pulling your chin up so you could look at him. “We’ll always come and rescue you, no matter what.” He kissed your forehead, making you feel more at peace. Cas was really good at that; he always managed to make you feel calm about a lot of things.
“Thank you.” Was all you said, before you shut your eyes again.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He whispered. When he said that, you felt your heart race a little bit, and felt a smile form on your lips. It was nice to know that you had an angel watching over you.
A/N: A first kiss. Pure fluff drabble inspired by Tyler Kent White’s beautiful prose.
Castiel did not expect your kiss. There was no hesitation or warning preceding the act. No time for the angel to mount a proper defense. No chance to list all the reasons why you could not possibly love him. Nor any opportunity to reflect upon why he must not permit himself to love you. You simply grabbed the lapels of his trench coat, using them for balance as you rolled up to your tip-toes.
He felt the heat of your breath caress his face, sweetly scented like the summer breeze. Your honeyed lips trembled when they collided with his motionless mouth. Transfixed, he focused on your tightly squeezed lids – puffy, red, brimming over with tears, and closer than ever before to his astonished blues. He counted the freckles on your nose, surprised to find a barely perceptible fleck he never before noticed. He contemplated with a twinge of regret the tiny visible line of the scar marking the apple of your cheek that you acquired when his grace had been stolen and he was unable to heal you. It did nothing at all, he thought, to dim your beauty.
When your lashes fluttered open, the nearness of the multi-faceted hues of your wetly glinting irises gave him the distinct impression of being swathed in the glow of a glorious late summer sunset. Gazing into your eyes, a hint of apprehension beginning to cloud their vividness in response to his total lack of one, he remembered all at once everything he had ever wanted to say to you but could not find the words or the will to properly express.
Fingers gliding to your waist, a hand snaking to nudge the small of your back, he drew you to his chest to banish the gap between your bodies. Molding his mouth to fit yours, he recognized the unnamable long-denied feeling that made his vessel’s heart beat faster in your presence – that elating sentiment which brought a fond smile to his face any time he thought of you.
He returned your kiss with unrestrained passion and hoped you would understand why it had taken him so long. He prayed to his father that all the explanation you needed perched unspoken upon his tongue as it slid into your intoxicatingly parted mouth. No language he knew in creation summed up the unfathomable depth of his reverence for you. As you tangled your fingers into his hair, he bared the ecstasy of emotion contained in his angelic heart for your soul to hear – his profound adoration encompassed in the tenderness of a single breathless kiss.
You echoed his love in the melt of your lips and the delicate dance of your tongue waltzing with his own. The contented moan rising in your throat, acceptance of his wordless declaration, reverberated through his vessel. His divine grace rang out in blissful harmony as tingling wisps of electric song raced across your flesh, unseen wings unfurling to enclose you in their embrace.
Your kiss penetrated deeper still, dismantling his self-erected walls to shine as a brilliant light in the darkest corners of his celestial being to soothe the pestilence of regret, unworthiness, and self-doubt that rooted there – an infinite luster illuminating for him the understanding that he is enough, and the revelation that in all of creation, in the entire sum of his existence, to him you have always been the one.
Summary: Castiel x Reader - Castiel and the reader get closer over a duo of carved pumpkins
Triggers: none just fluff
Word Count: 2318
Y/N = Your name
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“Why is the kitchen full of squash fruits?” Castiel had a habit of forgoing greetings completely when he turned up near you. Not that you minded. Though the sudden appearances couldn’t be good for your heart, it was almost always beating at a much higher speed whenever the angel was near anyway. Honestly, it was kind of a miracle the angel hadn’t caught onto your not so hidden crush yet.
“Pumpkins, Cas… It’s almost Halloween and though the boys wouldn’t let me fully decorate, I talked them into letting me carve some pumpkins,” You said, smiling at the angel in his usual trenchcoat as you turned, still holding one of the four pumpkins in your arms. These babies were some heavy motherfuckers. You’d done good at the local farmers market. Especially considering how close it was to Halloween.
“Carving? Is that some sort of cooking method?” Castiel asked as he walked over and looked closer at your tools and the four pumpkins on the table before looking back up at you with curious eyes.
That pure, almost childlike way he’d look at you when learning about something new Earth had to offer made it hard to connect your Cas with ‘Castiel, angel of the lord and soldier of heaven’. Yet, those many contrasts that made up the man in front of you was part of why you loved him. Though he was an angel, that part of him seemed more human than most of humanity, or at least the people you’d had the displeasure of bumping into through your hard life as a hunter.
“No, it’s… I’m going to empty out the insides, the flesh and guts, and then carve the pumpkins into lanterns,” You said, quickly flipping through the many stencils you’d already printed to find the image of a ready made carved pumpkin that had come with your tools. “It’s decoration… For Halloween,” You said, holding out picture as a small light of recognition lit up in Castiel’s eyes.
Last Halloween you’d all been on a hunt together, but after an evening of questions, Cas had gotten a pretty good hang of what Halloween was… At least on paper. And if your memory wasn’t completely failing you, you seemed to remember that Dean had thrown a carved pumpkin at a ghoul to distract it before Sam went for the killing blow. Though of course pumpkins didn’t normally get used as monster hunter weapons.
“Could I… Would you mind if I joined you? I want to learn more about Halloween,” Castiel said, looking eagerly from the tools and over to you with those big, soft puppy dog eyes that you could just never say no to anyway. Plus, hell, you’d be mad if you gave up on the chance to spend a little alone time with your crush.
“Of course you can! But… You might wanna drop the jacket and at least roll up the sleeves of your shirt…” You said, eyeing his outfit next to your own tank top and shorts combo and you grinned up at the angel. “Pumpkin carving is dirty business,”
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“Are you going to throw out all of that?” Cas said after a while of the two of you working silently side by side to clean out the pumpkins. His eyes resting on the big bowl of pumpkin flesh, guts and seeds in front of you.
“No way… Every part of these babies will go to good use. That’s why I asked you to take out as much of the flesh as you could without damaging the pumpkin itself,” You said as you pushed another readied pumpkin shell away with a groan and a stretch.
“How do you use that?” Castiel seemed unconvinced, and honestly, you didn’t blame him. The mix of seeds, flesh and strings didn’t seem very appetizing. But hell, you didn’t have enough bowls to do the separation straight away, plus, it was kinda a finicky job.
“Well.. I’m gonna roast the pumpkin seeds. ‘Cause Sammy likes ‘em. And the flesh I’ll use to make pumpkin pie, for Dean,” You said with a small smile, counting yourself lucky that both the big guys liked to eat, ‘cause the bowl was pretty much overfilled, which meant enough seeds to last Sam and enough pies for Dean not to get pouty if you stole a slice.
As your eyes focused on the bowl with a soft smile, you missed the slight frown on the angel’s features as Castiel fought with unknown feelings. Feelings he had no words for, yet that he knew were too dark and strange for him to ask you about. Later thought, the angel would come to learn of the feeling burning in his stomach as he watched you talk softly about the Winchester brothers as jealousy.
“But first you will carve pumpkins with me right?” Castiel couldn’t hide the small frown lines on his forehead straight away, nor the slight edge to his voice as he spoke. Yet, before you could turn fully to face him, he somehow managed to remove all signs of that dark feeling, keeping his eyes clear and his question seemingly innocent. Though even he knew the selfish feeling of wanting to keep you to himself for a little while longer.
“Of course!” You grinned, more than happy to comply to any request that let you spend more time alone with the angel. Even if you weren’t brave enough to fess up to you own feelings, just spending time with him like that, shoulder to shoulder, was nice. If you had to describe warmth and comfort in one simple way, it would be time spent with Cas. “Ok, so let’s get our tools ready and I’ll teach you how to carve the pumpkin and follow the stencils,”
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The room was silent as the first few chaotic moments of the pumpkin carving lesson finally stopped echoing around the industrial sized kitchen. After a few rough starts, and Cas watching slightly confused as you showed him how to apply the stencil and start carving, the angel had almost fully crushed one of your beautiful pumpkins. Though after some gentle urging from you to keep his touch soft, the angel had surprisingly gotten the hang of it quickly.
As he started working on his own pumpkin, the room had drifted into a comfortable silence. Only punctuated by the clatter of tools moving around and some light conversation. And honestly, you loved every second of the light mood. It wasn’t often you got the time to just relax in his company, taking the time to blush as his fingers brushed against yours and listen in to his many stories of the world seen to his pure, always positive eyes.
Where your own world view had only gotten bleaker and darker after years of hunting, his seemed to have brighten. The sharp edges of the angel Dean and Sam had at first introduced you to had become rounded and soft as the years went by. And as his deep voice filled the room with murmured conversation between moments of deep concentration you found yourself wishing you’d never finish carving the pumpkin in front of you. Not wanting the moment to end.
From time to time you caught yourself glancing over at Cas between focusing on your own pumpkin. Loving that adorably focused look he sported as he stayed hunched over his own pumpkin, diligently working away. His blue eyes sharp and brow slightly furrowed as he worked on his sketch, that he insisted to do by hand, and carefully carved out the shape using the little tricks you’d taught him.
You tried looking once, to see what he was working on. Only to have your heart squeezed even more as the angel shot you a surprised wide-eyed look before turning his pumpkin away so that you couldn’t see it. Even asking him what he was carving only netted you a single word in reply.
Home.
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After a little while you sighed and stretched as your own, slightly clumsy, pumpkin carving was done. You thought you’d done a good job. After all, you’d gone straight for the Jack Skellington stencil, which wasn’t an easy one to do. Your neck was stiff however as you gently rolled your head from side to side, before turning and smiling at Castiel as he just finished his at the same time as you.
“Ready to show me now?” You asked jokingly, as you watched the angel scrutinize his work before meeting your eyes.
“Show me yours first,” Castiel said, sounding slightly worried, as if he worried he’d done something wrong whilst carving so diligently and carefully for the longest time. With nothing more than a smile you turned your pumpkin around so that Jack’s face was facing the angel, knowing full well you’d have to explain either way.
“It’s Jack Skellington, he’s a movie character… Look, maybe we can watch the movie together later?” You asked instead of trying to explain the plot of your favourite Tim Burton movie to the angel. Happy for the chance to spend more time alone with him either way.
“Yes… I would like that,” Castiel’s soft response only made your heart thump harder in your chest as you returned his warm smile with one of your own. Secretly celebrating your next time alone with the angel a little early.
“Aren’t you going to show me yours… What did you say it was again?” You said, changing the subject before your happiness started showing on your face as you looked expectantly at the pumpkin, still not seeing the actual carving as Castiel’s hands were safely resting on each side of it, hiding the design from you.
“Home…” That was all Cas said, sounding slightly bashful as he turned the pumpkin around, showing off two beautifully interlinked hearts carved into the orange skin. The angel truly had a talent for it, the wonderful hearts automatically caught your attention with all their intricate details and the soft glow of love that emitted from them warmed your heart and brought another soft smile to your lips as you forced yourself to look away from the detailed carving and up on the artist.
“Home is where the heart is?” You questioned, trying to tie his beautiful carving into his earlier one word answer.
“No… Well, yes. But that’s not it…” Castiel said, his brow furrowing as he looked down at the pumpkin, following his own carved lines as he looked for the correct words. For a little while all you could hear was the soft hum of the kitchen light and your own heartbeat as you looked at him. Giving the angel the time he needed to find the correct words before he finally spoke again.
“When I’m with you like this, I feel warm, and like I am finally home. So you are my home. Which is why there are two hearts… Mine and yours,”
You couldn’t help the shy smile, nor the unannounced arrival of a million butterflies in your chest that followed his words. Though, you thought as you looked shyly down to hide your reddening cheeks, he meant it in a family way, you couldn’t help still loving the tickling feeling his words gave you as you fought the blush and tried to calm your heart.
“Thanks Cas, I’m glad you think of me as family,” You finally said, looking back up after composing yourself and offering him a genuine smile. Though you loved him, if he only wanted you to be a part of his family, they you would be just that. The angel had lost too many people, you didn’t want to make him put space between the two of you just because of your own feelings for him. You would be happy, just being close to him.
“No… I think of you as more than family. You are my world (Y/N)... I never…” Castiel stopped, seeming slightly annoyed at his inability to put it all into words. Though his words were already enough to cause absolute havoc within your own heart and mind.
Did he mean..?
No, he couldn’t mean he loved you. You never even dared dream that he would share your feelings. You fought the urge to ask him, or to pinch yourself, or hell… You were a mess of jittery nerves. You didn’t even know what damned impulses you were fighting. Did Cas love you to? Was that was he was saying?
“I… I have romantic feelings for you (Y/N)... Dean told me to tell you, but I didn’t know how. Now seemed like a good time. Is it not a good time?” Castiel looked closely at you, his eyes going to the pumpkin still in his hands that he had pushed more towards you, as if offering it to you in lieu of flowers. Though your silence as the angel rambled on seemed to have been misinterpreted as the furrow in his brow deepened.
“No, yes! I mean, now is a good time. I’m… I’m in love with you too Castiel,” You hurried to say the words, not wanting to see those bright blue eyes darken even a little from having to wait for your answer. It still didn’t feel real, and you still felt dazed. But as your arms wrapped gently around the pumpkin and hugged it close, you couldn’t help believe that this was more than just some amazing dream. This was real, and Cas was yours.
“Does that mean I can consider this here, this spot next to you… Home?” Castiel asked, gently pulling the pumpkin out of your hands and putting it down on the table before his big hands wrapped around your smaller ones. The hopeful look in his eyes warming up your body as you leaned closer until your foreheads were gently touching. The words for you and him only.
“Yeah… Wherever we’re together Cas… That’s home,”
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