WARNING: some crude language
In the short time you’d hunted with the Winchesters, they had come to enjoy your presence and see you as a valuable asset to their apocalypse fighting force. However, Castiel didn’t know what to make of you at all.
He would watch you day by day, take note of your mannerisms, and try to determine what exactly it was that made you so. Sometimes he was put off by your presence as it somehow seemed to affect his own mind. When you were happy, he was happy. When you were sad, he was sad. When you laughed, it made him want to try it, and when you cried, he wanted to do everything within his power to make you smile again.
Overall, it was extremely distracting. He wanted to know what this was so that he could make it go away altogether. He didn’t like the constant need to look after you during hunts or to check your whereabouts while you were away. The physical response you elicited from his vessel was… strange. His heart raced and his skin heated at your proximity.
He considered voicing his concerns to Dean. Yes, that is what he would do. Dean would know how to fix this.
Castiel appeared in the Winchester’s motel room. Sam was elsewhere, and Dean was in the shower, making a concerning noise which Sam had once informed him was singing. Dean had previously had a talk with Castiel about personal space, and the angel congratulated himself on remembering not to appear within the bathroom itself.
He simply waited right outside the door for Dean to come out.
Dean swung the door inward, dressed only in a towel, and narrowly avoided a heart attack as he came face to face with the expressionless angel.
“I have an important matter to discuss with you.”
Dean looked at Castiel incredulously. “What could be important enough for you to creep on me while I’m in the shower?”
“What about her? Is she alright?” Dean asked, concerned.
“No. She makes my vessel react strangely.” The angel growled, looking almost embarrassed.
“I become emotionally imbalanced and have an intense desire to touch her.”
There was a moment of silence as Dean stared at the angel in disbelief before groaning and running a hand down his face. “Are you seriously saying you- just- you know what? I’m gonna need to be fully clothed to have this conversation with you.”
“Clothe yourself. I will wait.” Castiel said and continued to stare at Dean.
“Get the hell out of my motel room, now!”
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Well, that was an interesting way to start the morning. It’s not every day an angel asks you for advice on their love life. As far as Dean was concerned, it wasn’t often anyone asked him to play love doctor.
Cas and ________, huh? That’ll be one for the books.
The hunter chuckled to himself and turned his mind back to the hunt at hand.
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“They’re all pretty minor players in this ‘raise Lucifer’ shindig, so as long as we plan accordingly,” Dean said, looking at you specifically, as you had a habit of charging in blind. “then we should all come back in one piece.”
You, the Winchester brothers, and Castiel were taking care of a demon nest in south Wyoming. The whole gang was going in case of any surprises, but it was meant to be a rather ordinary affair. Castiel and the boys would go through the front entrance, and you would sneak in through the back, armed with a megaphone. Your exorcism was going to reach the ears of every black eyed bitch and bastard in that warehouse.
So good plan, right?
You crept along the side of the wall, waiting in the dark passage just outside the main room. As soon as you heard the sounds of fighting, you pushed open the door with a ragged creak and began shouting the exorcism into the megaphone.
A few lines of Latin in, and you realized something was wrong. None of the demons had even flinched. What was going on? As one of the demons took a swing at Sam, you spotted a symbol branded into its bicep. Oh, great. That could only mean one thing. You dropped your megaphone and ran to join Sam and Dean.
“They’re locked into their vessels! This just went from two-hand-touch to tackle.” You shouted to your companions.
Dean jammed a demon blade into one of the demon’s chests. Yeah, they got the memo.
You were about to join in but stopped when you saw Castiel. He was struggling to stay on his feet and making some wimpy attempts to smite the demons. You ran up to the angel as one of the black eyed monsters took him by the throat. You plunged your own demon-killing knife between the creature’s shoulder blades. The demon crumpled to the floor and would’ve taken Castiel with him had you not been there to hold the angel up.
“C’mon, Cas. Talk to me. What’s going on?” You asked, giving his a once over. The angel was pale and sweating, but you couldn’t figure out where the damage was.
He weakly pointed to some symbols drawn over the dirty warehouse windows. “A-angel sigils…”
He couldn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to. Smash angel sigils. Got it.
You ran to the windows and flipped your knife around, smashing the hilt into the glass. Sigil and sigil fell to pieces. You didn’t check behind you for the boys and Cas. You just kept busting out windows. Finally, you raised your hand to destroy the last sigil, but before you could bring it down on the grimy glass, a shot rang out. You felt pain rip through your side.
One of those damn demons was packing heat!
Snarling through the pain, you brought down the hilt of your blade one more time, destroying the final sigil. Just as the symbol crashed to pieces, a bright light began to fill the room. You tuned to look at where Castiel stood. He was strong and powerful and… glowing?
“Shield your eyes!” You heard the angel shout hoarsely.
You complied and threw an arm around your face. Even though your eyes were covered, you could still see the white flair of light underneath your eyelids. The room dimmed once more and you opened your eyes. The boys sat on the ground in much the same position as yourself. You looked to find Castiel standing in the center of the warehouse, surrounded by the burned out husks of demons.
“Damn, Cas.” You muttered. “You are one hot firecracker.”
You tried to pull yourself up on your elbows but collapsed back onto the ground when you felt pain roar through your abdomen. Right. Gunshot wound.
You whimpered, and Dean ran to your side, crouching next to you.
“I’ve been hit, sir!”
“Now is not the time.” Dean snapped.
“Don’t worry about it, Deano. We’ve got Cas. Cassy!” You called to the angel.
“I’m here, ________.” The angel replied.
You looked up and grinned through the pain. Everything was getting a little fuzzy. “Heya, Cas- whoah, buy a girl a drink first.”
The angel had pulled up the bottom of your shirt to lay a hand on your wound. He looked up from the hole in your side to glare at you. He didn’t seem the least bit amused and actually looked a bit more grumpy than usual. However, this particular expression seemed grumpy with slightly upturned eyebrows. So… was he worried?
You always found it incredibly difficult to read the angel, and you usually just gave up.
“Hold still.” He grunted and laid his hand on your side. As he concentrated, you felt a comforting warmth spread through your midsection, and the wound stitched itself together in moments.
You took a deep breath, running your fingers over the new skin. “Thanks, angel.”
Castiel gave a tiny smile, barely curving his lips upwards.
“C’mon, damsel-in-distress. We’ve got clean-up to do.” Dean said, pulling you to your feet.
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For some reason unbeknownst to you, Castiel decided to stick around. He kept a close eye on your movements, almost like he was concerned for your wellbeing. You certainly didn’t mind it. You felt the angel’s presence to be welcome and reassuring.
After the bodies were properly disposed of, the Winchesters climbed into their car.
“You coming?” Sam asked as he climbed into the front seat.
“Nah, I got a call for a vamp hunt up north. Cas’ll hook me up.” You grinned at the brothers.
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Sam rolled the window up and turned to his brother to find him looking out the window at you and Cas with a smirk.
“Oh, you can bet he’ll hook her up.” Dean chuckled.
Sam directed his gaze to where Dean was looking. “What, ________ and Cas? Are you serious?”
“Sammy, I’m as serious as I am handsome. Cas practically told me.”
The younger Winchester breathed out in disbelief. “Those two, huh?” He laughed. “That’ll be quite a pair.”
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“Mind if I hitch a ride?” You asked Castiel.
He didn’t answer your question but instead, gave you a long stare. “Those demons could have killed me in my weakened state. You saved me.”
“Sure did! You owe me one big time.”
The angel tilted his head and stepped closer to you. “I owe you one?”
“Yeah, you owe me one.”
“One what?” Castiel asked, looking increasingly confused.
“Nothing particular, you just owe me.” You said, smiling in amusement.
“Tell me what I owe you. You risked your life for mine. I will do anything.”
“No, Cas. It’s just an expression. Like, I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”
“Why would you want me to scratch your back? I do not understand.”
“It’s just an expression!” You laughed.
“Please tell me what I owe you.” The angel pleaded. “I must repay you.”
Sighing you looked hopelessly at the angel. “For goodness sake,” you started to protest once more, but then you got an idea. Your lips curled into a mischievous smile, causing Castiel to furrow his brow in apprehension.
“Well, I suppose there is something you could do for me.” You said, looking up at the angel through your lashes.
You stepped close and placed your hands on his shoulders. “Kiss me?”
Castiel’s eyes widened.
You kind of hoped he’d take you seriously, but you backed off at his comically appalled expression. “Don’t worry, Cas. I’m just kiddi-“
Before you could finish, the angel swooped downward and wrapped his arms around you, dipping you like a man dips his lover in an old romance movie.
You looked at his face and squeaked. His eyes were so intense and his expression so passionate that he almost looked pained. He angled his head slightly and brought his face close enough to yours that you could feel his hot breath fan across your mouth.
He finally crushed his lips to yours, desperately moving his mouth against your own. His lips were warm and rough, and while his movements were powerful and passionate, there was tenderness, like a gentle concern, underlying all of his actions.
After getting over the initial shock of a heavenly being (both literally and figuratively) kissing you, you pushed back against him, moving your lips against his. The angel pressed one more lingering kiss to your bottom lip and pulled the both of you upright. Sighing, you let your head fall against his chest.
You hummed contentedly. “What was that for?” You murmured.
The angel pulled away slightly so that he could tuck one hand under your chin and raise it to look at his.
He gazed at you with his deep blue eyes. “I was so… worried about you. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
You breathed out a light laugh. “Trust me, angel. I’ve had a lot worse than that.”
“No, you don’t understand. I need you to be safe. I-I have these feelings for you… I love you.” He admitted, his low voice cracking.
Your eyes widened in surprise. Castiel, angel of the Lord, cared about you?
The angel still held you in his arms, but all at once, he seemed more distant, more unsure. He dropped his eyes downwards and awaited your response.
“Hey, Cas, don’t be like that.” You coaxed. “Look at me?”
The angel raised those stunning blue eyes to meet yours. They were loving and kind, but there was a sort of resignation there. He had opened himself up to you, laid his deepest emotions bare, and now all he could do was hope you felt something for him as well.
You replied simply with a fond smile. Raising one hand, you cupped his rough cheek, causing Castiel to lean into your touch. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as if the small gesture was so very relieving and comforting.
You stood on your tip toes, grasping the lapels of his jacket to steady yourself, and Castiel let you pull him down slightly, complying with complete trust. You gently pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth. Before continuing, you took a moment to enjoy the relaxed, peaceful expression that took over the angel’s face. Then you brushed your lips against his in a sweet, feather-light kiss.
Castiel let you continue with the teasing touches for a few moments before he deepened the kiss. Everything about it was slow and sweet and loving.
You were the one who pulled away this time. The angel looked at you in admiration.
“What was that for?” He echoed your words teasingly.
You met his gaze and suddenly felt shy. No one had ever looked at you like that, and it made you want to hide your face in his chest.
“I care about your too, Cas. I guess you could say I even… Well… I love you.” You stuttered when you saw the angel staring at you with his intense blue eyes.
“A-and I’m not really sure when it happened. I mean, your sweet and sincere, but, but… I mean, I’m and hunter, which means I’m basically a professional murderer, and you’re a literal angel, but I still… I just…” You trailed off from your rambling and huffed slightly in frustration. You normally weren’t so bashful.
You felt Castiel’s chest shake with silent laughter as he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Then would you like it if we… What was the phrase Dean used? Ah, yes. Would you like to date me?” He asked.
That sounded absolutely bizarre coming from Castiel, but it was the gosh-darn cutest thing you’d ever heard in your life.
“I think that would be perfect.”