#castiel fluff
Castiel x Reader
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day!!! While Sam, Dean, and Y/N look into a hunt, Gabriel gives Castiel a crash course in dating. Though the angel is secretly pining after Y/N, it may not have been a good idea to let Gabriel meddle with his love life…
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“Hey bro, what’s going on?”
Castiel turned up from his book and saw Gabriel leaning over the table in front of him, chocolate bar in hand.
“Hello Gabriel,” the angel nodded tersely. “What do you want?”
“Easy there, slugger!” Gabriel said with a laugh. “No need for the hostility. I come in peace. More or less…”
Castiel sighed and turned back to his book. “I’m going to continue reading now,” he said.
“Suit yourself.”
Gabriel stayed perched on the edge of the table. He unwrapped his chocolate with great care before tossing the foil just shy of the ledgers fanned out in front of him. Castiel’s grip on his book tightened as Gabriel began humming and riffling through the carefully organized documents.
“Gabriel,” Castiel said through gritted teeth. “Sam and Dean are trusting me to conduct the relevant research pertaining to their case.” He looked up with a glare. “So unless you have something important to share, please leave mealone.”
Gabriel froze and puffed out a cheek at Castiel’s sternness. He gulped down the chocolate he was chewing and cleared his throat. “I’ll have you know that I do have something to share,” he said confidently.
Castiel let out a deep breath. “And what would that be?”
“Check the date,” he said simply.
Castiel studied him carefully before pulling out his cell. “It’s Monday,” he said dryly.
“Almost there,” Gabriel pushed.
“Monday… February fourteenth?” Castiel asked after checking again.
“You’re killing me here,” Gabriel cried out. “IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!”
Castiel blinked with confusion. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” he said hesitantly.
Gabriel groaned before standing up and pacing to the other end of the room. “Come on! Today’s your chance to finally make a move, big guy! You know, woo the girl?”
It finally dawned on Castiel what Gabriel was getting at. His cheeks reddened as he sat stoically behind the table. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.
Gabriel huffed and pointed a finger. “Sorry pal, but I think we both know that’s a lie.”
Castiel licked his lips before looking down sheepishly.
“Listen buddy, I’m not judging you here,” Gabriel pressed. “I’m only bringing it up because I thought maybe I could help you out.”
Castiel shot him a glare but before he could respond, the door to the motel opened and Y/N and the Winchesters hurried in.
“Hey guys,” Y/N called out. “How’s the research going?”
“Swell!” Gabriel chimed in with a wink. “Cassie here’s been nodding off, but don’t worry, Ol’ Gabe’s gotch’ya wacky kids covered.”
“Yeah well, Ol’ Gabe can stick it where the sun don’t shine,” Dean growled. “We know what we’re hunting.”
Y/N approached Castiel and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Dean’s still not happy about teaming up with him,” she said.
Castiel flinched at her sudden proximity and tried to think of something to say. He looked up at her and smiled shyly. “Today is February fourteenth,” he stammered.
Y/N quirked a brow. “That’s cool…” she said uncertainly before walking away and taking a seat on the nearby bed.
Castiel felt his cheeks warm as he turned back to the conversation.
“It’s a shifter,” Sam explained. “A nasty one, too. From what we can tell, it’s got a hideout back at the abandoned High School on Richmond Street.”
“We’re headed there now, but wanted to pick you guys up in case we need any divine intervention, you know?” Dean said.
Y/N nodded, then looked at Castiel. “Anyway, we’re going to pack some weapons in the trunk. Why don’t you and Gabriel meet us out front in five?”
She smiled, but he turned quickly, shying away from her attention. Castiel watched as his three friends left the motel room, Y/N glancing at him before walking out the door.
“Well, you’re hopeless,” Gabriel sighed as soon as the door shut.
Castiel closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. It was true. He cared for Y/N but didn’t know how to go about telling her.
“Gabriel?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
Castiel opened his eyes, a new look of resilience shining in them. “I think it’s time I accept your help. How can I wooY/N?”
Gabriel smirked, taken by his brother’s sudden determination. He straightened the collar of his leather jacket and rubbed his hands together. “Alright amigo,” he said. “Here’s what we’re gonna do…”
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Castiel sat in the backseat of the Impala between Gabriel and Y/N as the Winchesters drove to Richmond Street.
He sat rigidly with his hands on his lap, acutely aware of Y/N sitting beside him. Castiel felt something nudge his arm and turned to his right.
“Remember what we talked about!” Gabriel whispered sharply. “You’ve gotta count shoulders when you’re close together. This is your shot!”
Castiel nodded and winked. “Yes. I remember now,” he whispered back. Before they had joined the Winchesters on their hunt, Gabriel had given Castiel a crash course in flirting, guaranteeing that Y/N would be hooked by the time they killed the shifter.
Castiel cleared his throat and stared intently at Y/N. When she noticed him eyeing her critically, she turned to look at him. “Hey Cas. Is something wrong?”
“Y/N,” he said tensely. “I would very much like to count our shoulders.”
“You’d like to do what?”
Y/N watched as the angel tapped both his shoulders and her own. “One… two… three… four…” he muttered under his breath. He then wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close against him.
“Castiel,” Y/N said, her voice muffled by his coat. “This is too close…”
The angel panicked and pushed her away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to cause discomfort.”
Gabriel snorted. “Great job,” he whispered sarcastically. “I can really see the romance blooming.”
“Alright, I have no idea what’s going on back there, but maybe you guys can hold off until we ice this shifter,” Dean called from up front.
“Yeah, sounds good to me,” Y/N agreed before rushing out the car door. Castiel had been acting strangely around her lately, and she was concerned.
Sam loaded up their weapons and surveyed the abandoned building. The sun was setting quickly, so they would only have an hour of daylight before the High School went dark.
“Alright Sammy,” Dean said, hitching a silver blade to his belt. “What’s the plan?”
Sam turned back to the group and nodded. “Dean and I are going to take the East wing and see if the shifter’s holed up in any of the classrooms. Meanwhile, Y/N, we need you, Cas, and Gabriel to take the Right wing and check the basement for anything suspicious. If anyone finds the monster, then-”
“I’m not liking this plan.”
Everyone looked at Gabriel. “Excuse me?” Dean said.
The angel shrugged. “I’d rather be Team Winchester,” he said simply.
“That’s not happening,” Dean laughed. “Not by a long shot.”
“Actually Dean, that might be a good idea.” Sam relented. “Better to have an angel on both sides of the building in case we run into anything, right?”
“Great! It’s settled!” Gabriel clapped. He nudged Castiel and whispered, “You’re welcome. Now’s your chance to make a move without interruption! Just you and Y/N… and maybe a shifter if your luck goes sour. Have fun!”
The group entered the building and separated at the front door. Soon, Castiel and Y/N were wandering the halls alone. The angel wracked his brain, trying to remember everything that Gabriel had taught him about flirting. Y/N had paced ahead of him, so he took a breath and ran to her side.
He nudged her arm and flashed a smile. “So… baby…” he said awkwardly. “Maybe we should-”
Y/N brought out her silver blade and nicked his hand. Castiel looked down at the wound. “Why would you do that?” he asked, perplexed.
Y/N stifled a laugh. “Sorry Cas! I thought you might have been the shifter.”
He cocked his head in surprise. “Why?”
She sighed before coming to a halt. “I don’t know what’s going on with you today, but you’ve been off,” she admitted. “Counting shoulders? Corny pet names? What’s the deal?”
Castiel looked down in defeat. “I understand,” he said. “You find me to be an inadequate lover.”
Y/N took a breath, overwhelmed by the angel’s oddity. “Gabriel put you up to this, didn’t he?”
He nodded solemnly. “I care for you, Y/N,” he said. “Very much. When Gabriel offered his romantic expertise, I accepted because I had no idea how to approach you myself.”
“That was a mistake,” Y/N said simply. She put a hand on his shoulder and met his gaze. “You don’t need to put on an act for me to like you, Cas. You’re already my favourite person.” She smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Castiel tensed for a moment before leaning forwards and pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’t think I’ll be asking Gabriel for advice anytime soon,” he whispered.
She laughed before pulling away. “I think that would be best. Now what do you say we kill ourselves a monster, then make it home in time for a movie?”
Castiel nodded. “I’d like that.” He watched as Y/N grinned and turned away. “Y/N,” he called from behind. She looked over her shoulder. “Yeah, Cas?”
“Today is February the fourteenth.”
Her brows furrowed for a second, before the date finally made sense. “I guess it is,” she chuckled. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
With that, the angel and the hunter set off together, the start of something new between them.
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Heyy!!! Try reading All To Themselves!!!
I was late finishing this one in time for Valentine’s… SORRY!!!! I kind of rushed through it right now… Dating 101- ALWAYS count shoulders when the opportunity presents itself… I saw this in a movie once… wonderfully awkward.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!
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Warnings: failed attempt at seduction, adorably confused angels
Words: 732
Prompts Used (found here, credit to @writing-prompts-list ): Who plays or tries to play the piano, and who climbs on the piano and tries to lay “seductively” on top
It wasn’t very often that you got the bunker to yourself. You spent most days with the Winchesters hunting or looking for information on the villain of the week, and the occasional off day had you more or less babysitting the boys to keep them out of trouble. For once, however, they had left you to your own devices and you fully intended to take advantage of it.
Of the many, many rooms of the bunker, your favorite was the one with the spotless white piano. The first time you guys stumbled upon it you had to excuse yourself so they didn’t see the tears it inspired. Seeing it made you think of your mother and all the time the two of you had spent together in her music room, before she was dragged away by ghouls when you were twelve. Each note felt like a beautiful homage to her and it had always been one of your biggest regrets that you couldn’t play more for her.
As your fingers danced across the keys to the tune of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen”, you heard the distinctive rustle of feathers as your favorite angel appeared next to you. He glanced at you curiously and opened his mouth to say something, but he must have remembered past scoldings from you and stayed quiet until the last note rang through the air.
“Hey Castiel, how are you?” You turned gracefully on the bench and smiled warmly at him.
“Hello.” He returned your grin, his blue eyes shining. “I am well, and you?”
“Very well,” Hesitating, you added quietly, “I missed you though, Cas.”
It took the angel a second to respond, a little concerned about how fast his vessel’s heart was beating. He swallowed thickly before answering just as softly.
“I missed you too… Very much so. I thought of you often.”
You two just sat there staring at each other with goofy smiles for a few seconds before you glanced back down at the piano, already missing the music.
“Would you like me to play you something?” You gestured to the keys as his brows furrowed. “I have a lot of different sheet music if you’d like to pick something out too.”
He nodded carefully, still eyeing the piano as you got up to look through your books in the desk behind you. Dean had once made him watch a movie where, in a particular scene, a woman had climbed up atop it while a man played it. The man seemed to be very interested in the movement for some reason, he had noted, so much so that he had kissed the woman senseless right there. He asked Dean what it was about the musical box that made the woman so attractive, but Dean had just laughed at him.
You trailed your fingers across spine after spine of music collection until you stumbled upon one with hits of the 80’s. Covering a mouth to hide a giggle at your own silliness, you pulled out the sheet music for “Angel of the Morning”, thinking he’d appreciate the joke. You paused for a second considering how the song was kind of romantic, but then again you and Castiel had always been a little more romantic than platonic… Maybe the nudge wouldn’t hurt. Turning around to tell him what you chose, your voice died in your throat and you froze as you took in the scene before you.
Castiel had swung himself on top of the piano somehow, the edges of his trench coat trailing over the sides. He laid on his back with one leg bent up, his foot popping up on the heel. He had one hand awkwardly twisted back so it was curled into his own hair. The other flopped to the side and hit a few keys on the way down. It took you a few seconds of watching him do an awkward twisting motion for you to realize he was attempting to arch his back up off of the wood in, what you would guess to be, a sexual motion. Cas glanced pleadingly at you, as if asking for your thoughts. You just kept staring, open-mouthed and completely silent thanks to the spectacle before you.
“Hmm… This did not work like I thought it would.” He looked very genuinely disappointed for a moment. “Perhaps those heeled shoes she wore would have helped.”
Author’s note: Finally started watching Supernatural, as you can see! ;)
