#castiel imagines

Castiel x reader 

Word count: -2000

A/N: Yeah I know it´s almost christmas and its not christmas related sush thats coming latter

When I was a kid, my mother used to warn me about the creatures that hid in the dark. She didn’t tell me enough to give me nightmares. But enough to sleep with one eye opened. 

Back then I dreamed of having an ordinary life, as my mother would have wanted for me. However, the result of every decision I made inevitably led to the hunter life. Yeah, I may have been taught to fear the dark, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t fight it. I worked alone, making alliances with fellow hunters I bumped into. They were temporally though… Until I crossed paths with the Winchesters. 

Of course I’d heard of the legendary Winchesters before. They had shaken things up more than once. Nevertheless, they always ended up fixing it. Anyways, I never thought I’ll ever meet them, or that I’d be so fond of them. Neither did them. After our case together we seemed to be playing hide and seek. We’d look for big cases that the other would be probably digging in and followed the lead. As a result, the three of us closed lots of jobs together, making memories on the way. Maybe it was because I was too shy to actually ask them if I could join in. Or maybe it was because they were… well… dudes… It came to a point in which it was ridiculous how often we got together (almost every week. Not very common among hunters).So finally when my car had been smashed in one of the hunts… 

It was dark outside. From the back seat of the impala I could just see a blur of tress. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the window, and let out a sigh. 

“What’s the matter freckles?” Dean asked looking at me from the mirror. 

“Well, my car has been smashed to death! But that’s fine because I can just steal another one” I mumbled, but raised my voice again “What worries me is that I had everything in there. All my fake ID’s, my clothes and my weapons… I don’t even have money! What I’m supposed to do! " 

The youngest of the Winchesters let out a cough "You can always stay in the bunker with us. I mean, there’s enough space, and we could just make you new cards" 

"Really?” I wanted to make sure I had heard right

 "(Y/N), after all our time together we have gotten really attached to you. You know we would do anything for you. You are like a sister to us" 

“I agree with Sammy” Dean butted in “You always say you want a place to call home. Come to the bunker, you’ll love it. And if you don’t want to, we can help you either way. We have a lots of nice rides in our garage”

 They have told me about their inheritance. Still, it all seemed sureal. I couldn’t help but smile like a fool. 

“How could I say no! Of course I want to go with you” you threw your arms around Sam’s neck from the back seat, resting your head in his shoulder 

“I love you guys” you whispered. The silence allowing it to be heard by both brothers. Dean smiled at you and ruffled your hair. Sam’s hand patted your own 

“Let’s get going then!” Dean declared while turning on the radio, music blasting from the speakers.

 I love them as if they were family, and since I’ve moved into the bunker everything seems better. However, what changed my way of seeing the world, what has made me want to be the best version of myself, was something else. Well, someone. 

 The Winchesters had told me about their friend Cas. They always mentioned him when they tell me some of their adventures. Never really explaining who he was or how they knew each other, so imagine my surprise when a dude showed up from nowhere in the middle of the library. 

“Whoa!” I took my gun out, pointing to our visitor He didn’t seem to be intimidated by it, rather more confused as to why I was pointing it. 

 "You can lower the gun. He’s a friend" Dean soothe me “(Y/N) this is Castiel, he’s an Angel. Cas, (Y/N), our friend and hunter partner. Now, whats the matter”

Although the supposed Angel had started talking, and the boys were already engrossed in a conversation, I couldn’t help but stare at the new creature before my eyes.

 "Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with a freaking angel?“ I hissed at Sam when the celestial being was gone 

"We didn’t? Well I guess it never came out” he just shrugged it off. 

That week I didn’t stop asking about when he would give us another visit. I was fascinated with this new discovery, and couldn’t stop reading about it. By the end of that week I was an expert on angels. However, the next time he visited I couldn’t bring myself to interact with him. I didn’t comprehend why being so determinate to socialize with the angel, I failed to talk with him. 

Truth is, I was overwhelmed. All my life I’ve believed there was only darkness, and I should fear it. But they forgot to mention what happens in the light. Yeah, even if Dean said they were douches they still were made of grace, pure beings.  

At the end, the next time he showed up I made myself go to him.

“Hi” I said awkwardly 

“Hello” he answered bluntly

 Okay so now what I’m supposed to say? 

 "So… you’re an Angel"

 stupid 

 "Uhm… Yeah" he said raising his arms as if to cheek.

 Another awkward silence.

 Luckily, he was the one to break it. “Sam has told me you’re an amazing huntress" 

"Well, I’ve in the business for long. And now that I’m staying with the guys it’s…” I looked for the words “…more enjoyable. As enjoyable as it can be at least" 

He smiled at me as I started to formulate another question about himself. 

Time passed, and every day I was more eager to spend every second of that day with him. I felt an intense impulse to be next to him, not to know more about angels, but him only. 

 The boys noticed every tiny stretch of the lips, every glance that lingered more than it should, as every small reach for contact, and they always remembered to tease me about it. Soon enough, both of us were in a tangled relation. I knew what I wanted. I knew that I liked him, hell I was head over heels for the guy. However, I also knew that angels are soldiers of heaven, not allowed or made to feel anything. 

 But oh boy if Castiel wasn’t feeling anything! Yes, he was as confused as a toddler in it’s first day of kindergarten. All this things that were bubbling inside him when he was with you, trying to find excuses to come to pay a visit or to join in hunts whether heaven allowed it or not. 

 "Hey (Y/N)” Sam called you as you passed by the library “I wanted to ask you something" 

 "Sure, whats up?" 

 After putting the book down, he sat straight and with a head movement he guide me to sit in the chair next to him. I couldn’t help but notice that his brows were furrowed, something he does when he wants to talk about something important. 

"Whoa we are getting serious” I tried to laugh it off. 

He rolled his eyes, the same expression on his face. Before starting, he cleared his throat and put my small hands in his enormous ones, a way to stop me from looking somewhere else than his eyes.

 "What are you going to do about…Cas?“

 Oh, okay, I definitely didn’t suspect this conversation was heading that way I thought. 

"What about him?” I asked trying to sound puzzled about the subject.

“Come on (Y/N), it’s been months. At the end we’ve figured out that…" 

"I like the angel” I whispered. 

I looked down at my lap, trying to hide from him, from the fact that they knew what was going on in my head. I almost felt embarrassed about them knowing so easily. 

 "Look (Y/N) I know this must be hard, but you need to so something about it. Sometimes you aren’t on your full potential on hunts because of him. And I understand, trust me I really do, but Dean sometimes isn’t so… understanding"

 "I tried you know. God, I’ve tried so many times to push them away, but I couldn’t. Theres a pull inside me that prevents me from staying away from him. Every time I tried to ignore him I felt so–so devastated that it made my need worse! At the end I realize that I can’t help falling in love with him“ I explained. I felt like crying but no tears were coming out. 

 "Hey, I’m not saying that you have to stay away from him or push him away. You just need to fix it. Maybe it’s telling him your feelings, from personal experience I know that locking them up is even worse" 

 I laughed bitterly "yeah, telling him that I like him so that he can ask what liking someone is” I continued mockingly “I’m sure he’s just going to feel responsable, because thats what he does, he always blames himself. And I don’t want to add another stone in his conscience" 

 Sam sighed, running a hand trough his long locks "I don’t know (Y/N), just do what you feel like doing. But do something” he got up and kissed the top of my head “we are always here, you know?” I nodded. He pulled away and went to his room after wishing me good night. 

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