#castiel x you
“Cas, cut the shit”
“Eggs are so delicate and fragile; much like how my father built you humans”
“Ok, I get the point; you’re angry with me and have decided to take our your pent up rage on the poor, defenseless egg; if you had really wanted the last poptart though, you really should have hid it better!”
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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HAVE A BRILLIANT DAY!!!
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Supernatural Season 14 Poster.
What are your thoughts about this?
My beautiful angels
You placed your shotgun next to the dozen or so rocksalt rounds in your duffle bag and wandered into the bathroom to grab your toiletries bag.
you reached out for the cabinet door above the sink grabbing onto the rusty handle and pulling it open. you had your fingers wrapped around your toothbrush when the atmosphere changed and you felt a presence behind you.
figuring it was just Dean walking into your shared room you turned around, but your boyfriend’ s face was not who you encountered.
instead you were nose to nose with a certain angel in his classic trench coat.
you jumped back almost falling on top of the sink covered in Dean’ s colognes and your hair products.
“Holy shit Cas, you gave me a heart attack, maybe next time clear your throat or announce yourself or something”
Cas took a step back smoothing out his trench coat and playing with his hands, he didn’t say anything, he just stood there, his blue eyes staring into your concerned and confused ones.
“Are you okay Cas?”
he opened his mouth a few times as though words would roll off his tongue, but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time that they finally did
“Y/N, we have to talk about something, it’s really important”
You passed around him walking back into the bedroom, he followed in tow standing on the wall opposite of where you went and sat on the bed.
“Okay, does this have to do with Dean and Michael? Because Michael is gone forever, we don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
Cas bounced on the balls of his feet, he definitely didn’t want to have this conversation, you could tell.
“In heaven there’s a book that lists each couple in the world that must end up together, John Winchester and Mary Campbell were in it as the number one priority, and that came to be as you well know. When the top priority is finished the next in line moves up. Well Y/N, you.. uh.. you’re”
you had no idea where the angel was going with this, and you didn’t understand what this book had to do with you.
“Cas just spit it out, what are you talking about?”
Castiel stood up straight walking away from the wall he was leaning against amd moving toward you.
“The number one priority in the book is now Y/N L/N and Castiel, angel of the lord.”
everything went numb, you saw Cas standing in front of you but you couldn’t even look look into his ocean eyes because you were drowning in your own type of sea.
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One second you were sitting in the library of the bunker and the next you were lying on the floor in a brightly lit room. You looked around and took in the environment, you recognized this room, it was where Zachariah zapped Dean during the apocalypse.
“Y/N, how wonderful to see you!”
you lifted yourself off the floor and came face to face with Zachariah himself
“What do you want you winged dick?”
Zachariah stepped forward and pulled you the rest of the way off the floor by your bicep.
“Y/N is that any way to treat your future brother in law?”
you laughed out loud and pushed his hand off of you.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
the angel snapped his fingers and a familiar face appeared in the room
“You know Castiel, don’t you?”
Castiel walked over to you seeing the worried look across your features.
“Y/N, Castiel, you two are going to be married.”
you and Cas both spoke up with a duet of “What?” and “I don’t understand”
“You see, in order to unite heaven and earth we see a marriage as the perfect remedy, and who better than the angel leader Castiel and one of the most famous hunters, Y/N Y/L/N?”
“We are not going to get married just because some douchebag with wings says so.” You started stepping toward Zachariah when you felt a hand on your shoulder, Cas.
“Well if you don’t follow this order, I will hurt everyone you love, Sam, Dean, if they matter in any way to you, consider them dead.”
Zachariah opened his palm toward Castiel and gave him the object he was holding
a ring.
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“Well you must be the famous Winchesters I’ve heard so much about, What are you doing in New York?”
The taller one, who you assumed was Sam, was the first to speak up.
“Yeah, I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.”
They were not the only people in the room though, there was another man behind the brothers. He was shorter than the famous hunters, but he had the most piercing blue eyes.
“Well it’s an honor to meet you, Im Y/N Y/L/N, and I only knew of 2 Winchester brothers, I didn’t know there was a third.”
Both of the boys turned to look at the blue eyed man.
Dean was the one to speak up this time
“This is Castiel”
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“I’m a what?”
“you’re an angel Y/N.”
you were confused, you weren’t an angel, you were just human.”
“Y/N, when the angels fell so did you, but you experienced it different than the others did. You lost your memories of your life as an angel, and they were replaced with false memories of your life as a hunter.”
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A/N: this is part 2 of a previous one shot, it was requested by many of you, so I hope you like it!
Summary: the Winchester brothers die at the hands of Lucifer, the only way to bring them back is become Lucifer’s queen.
Warnings: Angst, forced marriage (sorta), swearing
I did this for the boys
They’re alive because of me
This was the only way
I repeated it in my head like a mantra, the only way to keep me sane.
When I had imagined my wedding day, I saw a white dress, my family, friends, and Sam at the end of the isle.
Sam.
I was doing this to save Sam.
What I hadn’t imagined was what stood in front of me.
I had on a red dress that hugged my curves in all the right ways, but it felt wrong.
All of this felt wrong.
There was no friends or family there, and the person standing at the end of the aisle was not Sam.
Instead, Lucifer stood there waiting for me.
I felt the heaviness in my body trying to stop me from walking, but I had to fight it
I’m doing this for the boys.
It felt like it took hours to get to the altar when in reality it took less than a minute
“You look beautiful Y/N, the perfect bride.”
You held back the bile rising in your throat.
“We are gathered here today to witness the holy matrimony-”
“Woah, woah, woah, definitely not holy..”
Lucifer laughed glancing at your reaction, but you just stood there straight faced
The preacher cleared his throat
“We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of Lucifer and Y/N Y/L/N”
I wanted to run.
I wanted to run straight out those church doors into Sam’s arms.
Sam was warm, kind, and the love of my life.
Lucifer is the exact opposite, cold, harsh, and he could never be someone I could love.
You didn’t hear the majority of what the priest said until you heard the word vows
“Lucifer, you may now say your vows to Y/N.”
Lucifer took your hands in his and all you wanted to do was pull them away, but he wouldn’t let you,
“Y/N, I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you. I knew as soon as my eyes met yours that I had to have you. Y/N, I promise I will never let you go.”
He wants me, not loves me. He thinks of me as an object, a prize to be won. This isn’t marriage, its prison. I’m trapped and I can’t escape.
There were demons blocking every exit to prove it.
“And Y/N, your vows?”
You swallowed the bile in your throat
“Lucifer I-”
Before you could finish a crash was heard outside of the doors. Lucifer let go of your hands
“You have got to be kidding me, they couldn’t wait until the ceremony was over?!”
He started shouting orders to the demons
“I’m taking Y/N out of here, do what you have to do to the Winchesters.”
You gasped “Lucifer, we had a deal; You can’t hurt them!”
He laughed pulling you by the arm toward the back of the room.
“I’m following our deal Y/N, I’m not hurting them, the demons are. So you’d better keep up your end of the deal too.”
He opened a door at the back of the room that led upstairs to what looked like a large storage area. There was a chair which he led you to.
“Sit down and stay there, if you even think about coming out to fight, I will make sure those brothers die and stay dead, and i will make you watch.”
Lucifer left the room closing the door and locking it.
They were here to save you.
There were more crashes downstairs and you heard the demons screaming in pain as they were killed. You heard a flap of wings, looking over you saw Cas.
“Y/N, we have to go, now.”
You didn’t move from the chair because you knew what would happen if you did.
“Cas, I- I Can’t, if I do he’ll kill them.”
He walked over closer to you
“Y/N, we found a way to trap Lucifer back in the cage, he won’t be able to hurt anybody ever again.”
You hesitated but got up from the chair taking Cas’ hand. Next thing you knew you were back in the main room of the church with Sam, Dean, Lucifer, and Cas.
Cas looked confused “That wasn’t supposed to happen, we’re supposed to be back in the bunker.”
Lucifer laughed making his way towards you until sam stepped between.
“Well Angel boy, this place is warded, angels can get in, but they can’t get out.”
Sam stepped closer to Lucifer
“You’re not going to win, we are.”
Lucifer stepped forward until he was basically chest to chest with Sam.
“I already have, because I have her.”
Both men looked over at you.
“Lucifer, I am not yours, I am my own person, I am not some object you can own or use when you please. I am in love with Sam, and I will not marry a douchebag like you.”
Lucifer feigned hurt grabbing at his chest.
“Y/N, that is no way to speak to your fiance.”
He started making his way toward you until you heard the other three me start chanting something.
“Elementum recolligo huic commodo locus mihi vestri vox Elementum ego unda dico vos Permissum pluit es est meus nos sic vadum is exsisto”
Lucifer began screaming until a bright light filled the room and he was gone.
“That should keep him trapped until we perform the ritual to put him back in the cage.”
Dean brought you into a hug
“Thank god you’re okay”
You pulled away looking at him
“I’m just glad you and Sam are okay.”
Sam ran over to you and scooped you in his arms bringing his lips to yours.
“I thought I lost you, don’t ever do that again Y/N, please I couldn’t handle it.”
You were both crying and refused to let go of each other
“Sam, I wouldn’t change what I did, because the two people I love most in the world are alive.”
He squeezed you tighter.
This felt right, this is how it was supposed to be.
Everything was going to be okay because you had Dean, cas, and Sam, the love of your life.
“Y/N, marry me.”
“What?”
“Marry me, be my wife. I know it won’t be some apple pie life but we’ll be happy.”
“Yes”
In this life, you don’t get happy endings but this felt pretty damn close.
He could feel the life slipping out of your body, the warm blood on his hands, and your hand slipping from his cheek.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, this is all my fault..”
Cas couldn’t help the tears that were flowing freely down his face, he couldn’t lose you, you were the most important person on his life.
All Cas could hear was his own heart beating so fast he thought it would burst.
That is until he head someone calling his name.
“Cas, Cas…”
“CAS! wake up you’re having a nightmare, wake up!”
his eyes shot open to see your face hovering above his.
“Y/N? but I thought- I thought you were dead.”
Now you understood why he had been screaming.
“Cas, it was just a bad dream, I’m here, and I’m okay.”
you brought him into a hug, and he squeezed you so tight. It felt like he was making sure this was real and that you were still there.
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why yes, yes he does
A fic for @impala-dreamer - get well soon!
R: idk, like teen
Ship: Castiel x Reader
Tags: Fluff, Sickfic, Cuddling & Sleeping
WC: 600
The sounds from the bunker are muffled and muted to your ears. A sneeze is working through your nose, ready to strike. If only it would throw out all of the gunk inside of your head too. The door to your bedroom opens.
“Dean and Sam are taking a hunt” hisgruff voice hits your ears. It’s like it clears all of the aching in your body. The door closes a moment later, and you hear soft footsteps moving closer.
“What’zit?” you ask.
“They believe a demon in Connecticut – Dean advised me to tell you that you can stay and rest, not to worry and… that… what did he say? Make her better Cas” he says, deepening his voice impossibly further as he mimics Dean. That makes you chuckle.
“Yeah, but you can get rid of this shit with a wave of your hands and a fart…” you trail off, sincerely hoping that Castiel will help you.
This is the fourth day in a row you’ve been stuck in bed. You tried to stand up yesterday, just to stretch your legs. Instead though, a wave of nausea and dizziness hit and found you falling back onto the bed.
It wasn’t until Cas arrived that you could actually lay under the duvet again, having landed half out of the bed when you fell. Since then, he’s refused to let you move – bringing you snacks, soup, drinks, even the television at one point. The latter does seem pointless at the moment, most of your time is spent asleep.
It may have more use once you’re able to stay awake for more than ten minutes.
“That is very true, (Y/N), very true indeed” he says, shifting to remove his coat and hang it from the chair in the corner. He rolls his sleeves up to the middle of his forearm.
“Tell me, (Y/N), how are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?” he asks, slipping his shoes off before sliding into the bed beside you. As you curl up at his side, his hand strokes along your spine for a moment. It feels as though his grace works through your body almost immediately, the aching, stuffiness and the sheer discomfort is almost alleviated.
“Just… stay with me for a little while…” you trail off. He lays a gentle kiss to the top of your head, stroking his fingers through your hair.
“…’m tired” you mumble, curling closer to him.
“If you would like to get some rest, I will remain here” Castiel says, always so reassuring. You smile slightly and wrap your limbs around him.
“Can’t move now…” you tease, though the weight of sleep is bearing down, and you find yourself falling asleep.
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Soft snores fill the room. As Castiel looks down at you wrapped around him, a strange sense of comfort fills his chest. He can’t help himself as he lays a soft kiss to the top of your head. A slight wave of his hand, barely noticeable, and the flu begins to ease. Of course, you won’t know this until you wake.
But he knows. And he feels infinitely better simply for being here – holding you in his arms. He may not need sleep, but the warmth and comfort that you’re emanating are lulling him into a comforting sleep that he finds himself enjoying as he dozes off, wrapped up with you.
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Morning comes and you feel so much better than the previous week. Cas is beside you, following you into the shower with wandering hands, and you can’t find it in you to complain – he’s earned it, after all.
