Awaiting My (Diabolical) Rise From Perdition~🪽

You’re lucky to have someone like Castiel. He’s the structure to your clutter, the order to your chaos, and the perfect angel in the eyes of a ‘flawed’ human.

The flaw is you get scared. You’ve never seen Castiel scared before— always wearing a tough nonchalance even when nobody’s looking. He doesn’t seem to mind you though. If he didn’t, it wouldn’t make sense for him to be sitting up against the bed frame, the soft glow of his bedside lamp illuminating this morning’s paper for a game of crossword. Cas always saves the paper for the evenings so he has something to do while you’re asleep. It makes him feel more human as a creature that doesn’t need sleep. That plus the robe and glasses he wears in bed because, at least in your words, it’s “like a cute businessman is watching over the room.”

His eyes flip between the clues and the squares.

Across

1. Eric's "Will & Grace" co-star

Castiel drums his pencil against the paper before writing in big letters:

1. 🄳🄴🄱🅁🄰

It’s something he learned from Dean some time ago and it’s proven to be useful. He looks down at you sleeping in between thought; something seems off tonight. He can’t tell if it’s a case of malfunctioning Angel mojo or if there really is an issue. Still, he looks to his crossword:

Across

2. Language from which "divan" is derived

In the middle of Castiel’s thought, he hears a soft whine. His head tilts down to where you’re asleep, curled up tighter than usual. Cas adjusts his glasses so the frames sit where they should be instead of blocking the view by the tip of his nose.

“Hm..” you hum softly. Your leg kicks Castiel’s. Cas starts to worry a bit and he puts his paper down to observe you.

You whine and squirm again, eyelids fluttering from your eyes looking in all directions.

“Duck?” Castiel murmurs. He pushes aside the bedsheets to see that you’ve fully curled up. “Hey.”

A choked cry escapes your quivering lips and tears drip down your cheek. He can hear your nose get stuffy like you’ve already been crying a while. This has never happened before, and he knows he should’ve come up with a safety plan in case it did, but he’s caught in the moment.

A gentle thumb brushes against your cheek, then your lashes. Castiel braces his body over yours to wake you up. He’s suddenly struck with the tension in your body, the energy stuck in you now transferring to his sixth sense.

“Duck…Hey.” He cups your jaw and hears another choked sob. It hurts so bad to see you like this. “Come on. Wake up.”

Another gentle shake to the shoulder gets you to rub the bad sleep from your eyes. You flinch when Cas is above you and it makes you feel worse.

“Cas, I’m sorry…” You cry. He must be so angry now that you flinched at him.

“I don’t understand your apology.” He murmurs. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I had a bad dream.” You whimper.

Without saying a word, Castiel sheds his robe and drapes it over your shoulders. It’s soft, and cool on your feverish skin. He pulls you up by your crossed arms and into his soon after.

“I see.” He pushes your hair from your face and pats the back of your head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head no.

“Very well.”

The waterworks can’t help but show again and you’re sobbing into Castiel’s bare chest. He rocks back and forth while holding you tightly, hushing you softly.

“Shhhh….”

“It was a bad one, Cas…” your breath gets choppy and you can barely get a word out.

“I understand, Duck.”

“N- no— you don’t. You’re never s-scared.”

“I’m scared more often than you think.” Cas pulls back to look at your face. He wipes the tears away with an open palm this time and dabs at your wet nose with a tissue from his nightstand. “You don’t think I would be scared if I saw you crying?” He says it out of concern, gently.

You think about it. “I— I dunno.”

“I would be a poor guardian angel if I didn’t feel scared for my human.” He brings you back into a tight hug. You finally hug back and relish in his icy body easing away your sweaty stature. “You’re okay.”

When he starts to rock again you close your eyes. Castiel smells like clean wind. He really is a breath of fresh air. He lies back and keeps you close in a little spoon.

“Would you like to keep the lamp on?” He asks.

You nod.

“Very well.” He hums. “Sam says warm tea eases his tension. Dean says pancakes do the same. I can take you tomorrow for either one. Or both. Would you like that?”

You nod again. “M’sorry again.”

“It’s a pointless apology. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

You snuggle up to your angel and wish him one last goodnight: “…I love you, goose.”

“I’m yours in every pond, duck”

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