#castiel request

Dean folded his arms, flexing them as he took a deep breath, “She only remembers a few things from when we were kids. But nothing about the family business or growing up or moving into the bunker or ever meeting you. It’s a hard hit, Cas.”

The angel bit his cheek, “That’s what I figured. But I’m prepared to help her in any way I can.”

Sam nodded, but gave him a sympathetic gaze, “The doctor said that slowly introducing her to her usual routine would bring back some memories. We’ll just have to see. Maybe you could help her out – take her to some of your guy’s favorite spots?”

Cas agreed and followed the two of them back into (Y/N)’s room. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her head in her hands.

Dean came forward and sat near her, “(Y/N)?”

She looked to him, but averted her eyes quickly, “I’m sorry, I’m not used to you looking like that.”

The elder didn’t acknowledge the statement, but continued, “We brought Cas with us. Remember we told you about him?”

“The angel,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry, I just found out that monsters were real and it’s kinda…”

Sam came forward, “We know. It’s a lot to handle, but we’re here to help you regain some sense, alright? We’re just here to help and support.”

“You definitely sound like Sam,” she held a slight smirk on her pained expression. “But you’re way too tall to be him.”

Dean let a small laugh escape, “You used to call him Moose as a joke, it’s actually caught on…”

“Crowley definitely got it from me, although he denies it,” (Y/N) murmured.

Sam unintentionally gasped, “We didn’t tell you about Crowley!”

She let recognition take her gaze, “I remember him.”

The brothers grinned at each other and then to Cas, who was huddled against the wall, unsure of what to do. Dean cleared his throat before gesturing to the angel.

“We figured Cas would be able to help you out a lot, seeing as you spend most of your time with him. I know it’ll be weird, but give it a shot, okay? He’s a good guy.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, but turned to the dark-haired man, “Hi.”

Cas smiled sadly towards her, “You do that all the time, you know.” She gave him a quizzical look before he clarified further, “You bite your lip when you’re nervous. It’s the reason I carry chapstick in my pocket all the time. Just for you to help your chewed lips.”

He went to the front pocket of his trenchcoat and extracted a small cylinder of peppermint chapstick and quietly handed it to her. She took it cautiously and went to smell it.

“It’s my favorite flavor,” she whispered, before applying some of it. “I like the way it tastes.”

Cas nodded, allowing a light smile to appear on his face, “Yes, it’s the same scent of your…”

“Shampoo, perfume, lotion, and… essential oils, right?”

The brothers were almost shocked at the natural and quick response she was having to Castiel. And the angel was even quicker to respond, the smile growing.

“Yes! You only bought the oils because you were tired of the smell of Dean’s constant fast food and Sam’s…”

“Sweaty workout sweatshirts! I remember that!” She seemed to grow more trusting of Cas, brushing the hair hiding her eyes to behind her ears. “Can you come sit by me?”

Dean shifted to stand next to his brother as Castiel steadily moved toward (Y/N) and to the chair by her bed, “Is this alright?”

“Yeah,” she felt her heartrate rise as he leaned forward. “You make my heart jump.”

A sudden hint of a blush went to his cheeks, “You used to always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” (Y/N) smirked. “And it always makes you turn pink; don’t worry, it’s cute.”

Cas consistently flicked his eyes to hers, but averted them for fear of her becoming uncomfortable, “I made a list of things we used to do together before your accident.” He fiddled with his fingers as she played with her tube of chapstick.

“I’d love to do some of those things with you. The doctor said that would help, right?” She asked her brothers.

“Yes, he said pictures, smells, senses, and stories would all help,” Sam replied, feeling excitement course through him at the immensely positive reaction she was having to Cas.

Her shoulders loosened as she found herself shifting closer to Castiel, “For some reason I feel safer with you here. Is that normal? I guess it is, seeing as we date apparently.”

The angel blushed again, failing to hide a grin, “That is correct. We’ve been together for a year, four months, and ten days; the best of my life.”

She let slight tension fill the space before continuing their conversation, “What are the things we used to do?”

Cas seemed excited to pour out his list of activities he had compiled, “We always watch a movie every Sunday, usually something Disney or a romantic comedy. Then we always have date night every Thursday and take turns picking an idea from a jar we made together. We usually take walks in the park a few times a week and stargazing is your favorite thing to do on warm nights – if not you normally cuddle up to…”

“If I remember it correctly, you’re the one that enjoys cuddling more than I do,” she stated, finding the sparks of memory like keys undoing the locks of loss in her mind. “Because it’s always the first thing you ask for whenever you come back from a particularly hard trip.”

She laughed at his sudden sputtered reaction and felt her heart leap at his grin.

“What do you want to do first?”

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Dean did a double take as he walked past the kitchen, a greasy rag in his hand as he stopped at the door frame and watched Castiel curiously sip at a mug filled with black coffee. The angel’s eyes were glued to you and Sam on the couch, his eyebrows crinkled in jealousy, and his fingers tightly wrapped around the handle of the mug in his hand. 

It was ridiculously obvious that the angel had a crush on you, so much in fact, that people often thought the two of you were already dating, which resulted in an awkward angel and an embarrassed hunter for the remainder of the case. If it wasn’t for you and Sam dating, Dean definitely would’ve helped Cas out with building the confidence to confess his feelings for you. 

“You do know you’re hurting her, right?” Dean said, startling Castiel and causing him to spill his coffee on to the table. “She might not have the same feelings for you as you do for her but she still cares about you, Cas.”

Castiel sighed and placed his mug on the table in front of him. “I don’t mean to,” he mumbled and pushed himself out of the chair to clean up the spillage, “I can’t watch her be so...intimate with him.”

“Looks like you’re watching her just fine.” Dean’s eyes adverted back to the couch to where you were now sitting by yourself, his brother nowhere to be seen, until he suddenly appeared inside of the kitchen with a suspicious look on his face as he glanced back and forth from Dean and Cas.

The angel immediately began feeling guilty at the sight of one of his best friends, knowing too well that he shouldn’t be thinking of his girlfriend that way. “Excuse me.” he mumbled to the hunters and pushed his way past to go anywhere to escape the awkward conflict.

“What’s up with him?” Sam murmured, sending shady looks towards Dean. “How come he’s been avoiding Y/n?”

“Don’t pretend to not know, Sam.”

“What?”

The eldest Winchester rolled his eyes and sighed, “You know he has a crush on Y/n. It’s obvious. I’m not saying you need to break up with her so he can have a chance, but you don’t need to be so intimate when he’s around. Not to mention it’s pretty gross.”

“Wait, what?” your voice squeaked from behind Sam where you had barely just arrived, your eyes widened as you thought about how close you and Sam had been lately. 

“This is your fault, too. You know how inexperienced Cas is to this kind of thing, do you guys need to be so-”

“We aren’t dating.” Sam announced, playing with the lid of the health smoothie had come to the kitchen to refill in the first place. “We’re just close friends, Dean.” he repeated upon seeing the astonished and bewildered expression on his face.

“That’s how all relationships start.”

“Hang on a minute!” you yelled, shaking your head before lowering your voice to a timid whisper, “Cas likes me?”

Dean’s nose and eyebrows scrunched up, wondering how you hadn’t noticed all the glances he would give you when pretending to read a book, or purposely being sure to stick the brothers together on a hunt so he could be there to protect you if you needed it, or how he seemed to tense up and become nervous around you, especially when you were so close he could smell the last thing you ate still linger around your lips. 

Sam, on the other hand, smiled softly. Of course he had known that Castiel liked you. Cas only needed to glance at you one time for it to become obvious, but Sam never told you. He wanted you to figure it out between the two of you. That didn’t happen, but seeing the sparkle in your eyes as you imagined being with the angel made him completely forget why he hadn’t chose to tell you sooner. 

With a shake of his head, Dean laughed and slapped a hand on your shoulder, “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

Within a second, your happy and cheerful mood fell into an anxious and worried one. “How do I tell him?” you whispered under your breath, your eyes glued to a drop of coffee on the floor that had fallen from the table. “What do I say?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam said. “It’ll come naturally.”

You doubted this, but found yourself halfway down the hallway before you had a second thought. You stood outside of Castiel’s door, your fist clenched and raised in the air to knock on the wooden barrier blocking you from the angel you were in love with. One sharp, almost forced, intake of breath later and you knocked on the door three times and eagerly and anxiously waited for a peek of beige material to creep into your vision between the cracks of the opening door. You only needed to wait a couple more seconds before you saw just that - a slimmer of beige and black trousers before your eyes finally fixed on his face, noticing that his hair looked as though it had been pulled on. “Are you okay?” you immediately asked, your eyes soft as you looked at the tangled tufts of hair.

“I’m fine.” he lied, looking off to the side guiltily. He couldn’t even look at you in the eyes anymore.

“You’ve been pulling on your hair, Cas, you’re not fine.” you weren’t taking no for an answer and pushed yourself into his bedroom, trapping him between you and the wooden door that his back was now pressed against. “What’s the matter?”

Castiel loved and despised of how you could just see that he wasn’t fine. He didn’t want to tell you the truth about his feelings, it would only result in heartbreak and awkwardness, one of those things he was much more afraid of than the other. On the other hand, he knew how caring and compassionate you are. Shouldn’t he trust his instincts that you wouldn’t hurt him too much? With a hefty sigh, he finally decided to confess everything to you, “I have a- I’m in love with you, Y/n.” Yes, that’s right. Letting those words out of his lips that he usually kept tightly closed felt like pure bliss. He was in love with you, he knew that now. This wasn’t just some crush.

He didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a remark about how wrong he was to think of you when you were obviously happy with Sam, or an awkward goodbye as you scurried out of the room, but it definitely wasn’t this. 

There wasn’t even enough time for him to process you leaning in before he felt your soft lips against his very own. He was scared this was some kind of dream, but angels didn’t sleep. This was real. You were real. Seconds had passed since the first contact of your skin on his and he finally responded into the kiss, moving his lips against yours to smudge as much of the strawberry lip balm onto his lips so he could remember the taste of your lips in case this was a onetime thing only. He was in such rapture that he didn’t take notice of the way his grace – his very essence – was buzzing inside of his vessel, begging to be free and consume you for him to enjoy just to himself.

He was in paradise; that was the only way to describe it. 

Then he remembered about Sam and everything hit him like he was being smote by his father himself. It took everything inside of him to pull away from the lips that seemed to fit his so perfectly. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you or Sam.”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second until you remembered what had brought you here in the first place. ”Cas,” you whispered softly, brushing your lips against his, “I’m not dating Sam. We’re just close friends. Have a lot in common.” you spoke in short sentences, just wanting to feel his chest vibrate underneath your fingertips like it had mere moments ago. 

“You seemed very close.”

“He saved me. I love him, but not in the way you’re thinking.”

It was amusing to watch Castiel’s eyes flicker around your face as he considered what you were saying. You would have laughed if it wasn’t for the sudden skin pressing against skin, or Cas’ hands cupping your cheeks as he continuously pressed hard, fast kisses to your lips. You could feel the burn of his stubble against your lips and cheeks, but you didn’t dare stop him.

“I’m in love with you, too.” you finally replied in between kisses, smiling largely. “And I’d love to go on a date with you sometime.”

Cas smiled and gave a sharp nod before lifting you up and placing you on his desk, his hands gently squeezing your thighs as he began to kiss you a little more passionately rather than maul you to death. 

“Cas.” you sighed against his neck, smiling softly as you enjoyed the moment you were in and were sure you’d be in many more times.

The two of you were in utter happiness and you couldn’t have asked for anything else. You would definitely have to thank Dean for letting it slip that Cas was jealous of you and Sam.

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Your voice was smooth like honey being poured out of its container. It was unbroken like a valuable item, needed to be kept protected for all of eternity. It was as graceful as a deer frolicking through the forest, being careful to not tread on any other wildlife through its journey.  

He opened his closed eyes once you had stopped singing, a small proud and loving smile spread across his face, causing his cheeks to raise and his eyes squint the slightest. 

Your own eyes slowly opened as you pulled out your earplugs, comparing the sudden noise drop. Stretching your limbs, you finally sat up on your bed, your eyes dropping to the angel sitting in your desk chair. Shades of red rushed to your face as you realised he must’ve been there for quite some time, he looked rather reclined. “C-Cas!” 

Castiel noticed the different in your voice to when you were singing, it wasn’t smooth or unbroken. Rather, the exact opposite. “Are you okay?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow in concern and interest. “You were fine just moments ago.”

“I-I just wasn’t, um, expecting company. When did you get here?” You nervously asked, playing with the ends of your hoodie sleeves while you anxiously waited for his answer.

“I arrived an hour before Sam and Dean left.” He said, obviously not noticing your self-conscious state. 

How didn’t you notice he arrived? “So you heard all of that, huh?”

His smile quickly returned to his face, making you wonder why he was so happy. “Yes. You have a beautiful singing voice, Y/n.” His words caused your face to heat up even further, your tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips before you spoke.

“You’re just saying that,” 

The angels smile fell once again at your own loathing before moving out of the desk chair and placing himself down in front of you on your mattress. The close proximity made you want to just lean over and press your lips against his. You had always wondered what it would be like to kiss him, but you never had the courage to confess your feelings. “Your voice is one of the best things I have heard in all of my existence, it’s very endearing and relaxing.” 

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth, nervously biting it as Castiel continued to compliment you. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to compliments but they were never to do with something you were insecure about, for the most part they were always about how skilled of a hunter you are and how thankful people were that you managed to save them. You never sang in front of anybody because, not only were you shy, but you were insecure about how you sounded, so you weren’t exactly used to hearing such kind words. “T-Thanks, Cas.”

“I’d love to hear you sing more often.” He stated, scooting closer to you. You could feel your heartbeat rapidly increasing with each passing second as he became closer and closer to you until his hand was gently resting on your thigh, a small speck of lust in his eyes as he smiled at you.

“I-I could arrange that,” You stuttered, a genuine smile appearing on your face as his hand cupped the side of your face before he pressed his lips against yours. He moved the hand on your thigh to your waist and gently pushed you backwards so you were laying down, your lips still connected as he threw a leg on either side of your thighs and leaned over to pepper kisses up and down your jaw.

It almost felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest from all of the affection Castiel was showing towards you. This was the angel that you’ve been crushing over for the past couple of years, and here he was, sitting on top of you and placing kisses all over your flushed face.

Castiel’s grace gently nudged your door closed and locked it as he slowly removed your shirt and pants, leaving you half naked underneath him. Placing your hand on his chest, you could feel his heart beating as fast as yours was. You didn’t think that angels could trigger their vessel’s heartbeat to increase so it made you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion and interest. “I’ve only just recently realised that I have developed strong feelings for you.” He answered your unspoken question.

“I’m glad we feel the same way.” You whispered softly, your hand moving to his buttons to undo them. Once you had all the buttons undone, you slipped your hands into his shirt and rubbed small circles on his hips with your thumbs, enjoying the feeling of his body heat transferring to your own skin. 

You didn’t want to be the only one currently exposed so you pushed his trench coat off his shoulders, watching it fall behind him and onto your feet. Then you pushed off his white button down shirt and unbuckled his belt, letting his dress pants fall the slightest, before you gently kicked the garments off your feet. You were so distracted at his sculptured body that you didn’t even realise that Castiel was doing the exact same to you, his eyes travelling up and down your body with a small smile plastered on his face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, squeezing himself between your legs.

“Yeah.” You whispered, sitting up to kiss him once more before taking off the rest of your clothes, Castiel quickly following your actions.

Within minutes you had a fine layer of sweat across your skin from all the moving the two of you have been doing. You had forgotten that Castiel didn’t sweat and basically had no limit on his stamina, which wasn’t all bad. “C-Cas,” You whimpered the slightest, your breathing heavy and your voice dry. 

His hips continued smacking against you as he gazed into your eyes, the lust only growing more and more as he observed how you called out for him in your flushed state. “Y/n,” He groaned, his head falling to your neck to press soft kisses against your pulse point. 

Your own hips bucked against him as he kissed and sucked your skin, his lips pecking your skin and allowing you to finally find your release. Cas had found his own release mere seconds after you, his hips faltering ever so slightly before he found the momentum once again, helping the both of you come down from your highs.

He stilled inside of you for a second or longer to take the time to kiss you on the lips, his hand coming up to your face and wiping the hair away from your forehead. “Was that-”

“It was perfect, Cas.” You said, cupping both of his cheeks in your hands and bringing him back down for one more kiss before he finally slid underneath the covers with you, pulling you to his side. You were surprised that the both of you were able to comfortably fit in a single bed, but you didn’t question it. “That was definitely unexpected.”

“I wish I had caught you singing a long time ago.” He smiled as he looked down at you, his hand intertwining with your hair. 

You smiled up at the angel that was holding you close and pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, the pink tint in your cheeks reflecting off of Jimmy’s eyes. “Me too.”

Who knew that something you’ve been pining over for years actually would happen thanks to something you were insecure of? Wrapping your arm around Castiel’s middle, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, wondering what this would bring for the two of you.

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For one thing, admiring the wonderment of what valiant human who spread their germs onto you, causing the whole shindig. The flu virus in your body kept you awake through all hours of the night, and most of the day. Cat naps were far in between; nothing which allowed you to rest properly. Giving you much time to think of what you'd do to the person if you'd ever found them.

You moaned in a mixture of distress and frustration. You pulled the previously disregarded laptop in front of you, the screen cool along your finger tips as you propped it up. It instantly loaded Netflix, from the last time you attempted to focus, hoping now for a distraction.

There was a sudden, soft knock at the door, and your reflexes made you flinch painfully, generating a small coughing fit. The unknown visitor heard the inability to answer and took it upon themselves to enter.

The door pushed open with a faint creak, and Castiel's head hesitantly slid through the opening, blue eyes radiating in the darkness of the room. "The Winchesters mentioned you were sick."

"God forbid they come anywhere near me," you said between your coughs, trying to clear your throat. "I've been confined to my room."

"I see." Castiel unveiled the rest of him, stepping far enough into the room to shut the door behind him. The angel reached for the light, but thought best to leave well enough alone. Castiel crossed the room, causing the platic bag in his hands to ruffle, making your eyes squint in an attempt to see in the dark.

Castiel placed it down on the edge of the bed. "I found several of your favorites snacks. I didn't know exactly what type of Oreos you prefer," Castiel began, letting your eyes wander over the types of cookies.

"So you got them all," you mumbled, looking into the bag with a small grin, the first since falling ill. "Double stuffed!" You reached for the pack as enthusiastic as you could be in your condition. "Thank you, Cas. This is so sweet!"

Your exclamation caused you to cough again, and Castiel looked down at you with empathy and the slightest glint of recognition coaxed over his eyes. His eyes traipsed over your frame, hidden beneath the single blanket. "You need a warmer blanket," Castiel informed, frowning as he looked around your room for something thicker.

"Cas," you groaned, nearly too exhausted to fight him. "It's summer-"

"I read that heat is the best way to decrease a fever. No matter the season," Castiel muttered, occupied by his search through the linens in your closet for a spare blanket. A victorious grin swept over his lips when he found a full comforter. He unfolded it and draped it over the original blanket. His hand lingered over the blankets for a brief second, over your forearm, before he pulled away.

"Did you do research because I'm sick?"

The angel nodded softly. "You took care of me when the foreign grace in my body turned myself ill. And-" Castiel stopped himself, knowing the confession on his mind didn't need to be addressed at this moment. "I want to return the favor," he forced out, dropping his eyes as he lied. "I just wish I had enough grace to heal you completely. But, unfortunately, this is the best that I can do."

You mistook Castiel's secrecy for regret. "Hey." His eyes trailed back up to your face and held your stare. "It isn't your responsibility to make me better, okay? I'm human... this happens."

Castiel nodded, dropping his eyes again, resembling a small child, realizing a truth of the world.

But in the momentary awkward silence, his eyes lingered over your computer screen. "Is that Netflix?"

"Yeah," you answered, knowing well the angel's addiction to the program. "You wanna watch something?"

His eyes squinted, reflecting on a distant memory. "What is the television show Gabriel modeled one of his sets after? The hospital one."

You racked your brain, haven't had talked about the archangel or his relentless tricks in quite some time. "Oh, Grey's Anatomy. Yeah, I love that show."

"I remember."

You watched Castiel stand awkwardly in place before gesturing again. "Well, sit down and watch it with me."

Castiel nodded, walking around the other side of the bed to sit behind you, not wishing to obstruct your view of the screen. Not bothering to take off his shoes or trenchcoat as he sat vertically.

You took an Oreo out of its package, taking a savoring bite before your stomach began to cramp. "I'm going to find who did this to me," you warned, but it came out as a groan. "If you're sick stay home. Don't pass it along."

"I know," Castiel agreed, placing a comforting hand on your hip. But he wondered a moment if it possibly brought him more joy to himself. "But this anger isn't going to make you any better."

"Yeah yeah," you agreed, knowing the angel was right. You kept your eyes on the screen as the opening scene began, not realizing your eyelids began to grow heavy.

Castiel ran his hand gently up and down your side, repeating the motion until the comfort eventually eased you into sleep sometime in the middle of the episode.

But Castiel stayed, continuing the same motion. Watching the screen, Castiel thought about what it'd be like to tell you the true nature of his feelings. Wondering if there'd be the slightest chance you could reciprocate all of his pent up emotions. And he knew, the only way to know was to try; to confess.

'When she's better,' he decided silently. 'I'll tell her.'

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