#castielxreader

When you returned from your last training session you kept telling her to let it go. But Diana’s never been very reasonable, especially when it came to messing with you. 

That’s why you’re currently standing in a motel with three other guys. 

Two of which were apparently being telekinetically forced against the wall. The other guy was older, dressed in a business suit. All eyes turned in your direction when they took notice of your presence. 

“Well, what do we have here? Hello love.”

The suited guy was grinning in a devilish way. 

“Run!!” 

One of the guys called, still fighting against whatever spell this guy used. 

“Now, is that any way to greet a guest?” 

He lifted his hand, flicking his wrist. From his confused expression he obviously expected something to happen. 

“Usually that does the trick.” 

You frown, reaching over your shoulder as you draw your machete. His eyes widened, and this time he flung his hand more aggressively, but nothing happened. 

“That’s not good.” 

The second you took a step forward he was gone in a blink and both men dropped from the wall immediately. You looked around, still preparing for an attack. Both men were trying to gather their breaths. When you realize the threat is gone, you sheath your blade, rushing over to them. 

“Are you both alright?” 

You moved over to the taller one and he nodded, straightening. His friend did the same, looking you over. 

“How did you do that?” The taller man asked. 

Your brows furrowed. 

“Do what?” 

“Deflect his attack. You didn’t even move.” 

So your assumptions were correct, he must have been Wesen. 

A Zauberbiest maybe.

“I’m not exactly normal. I’m guessing he tried because he didn’t know.” 

While you were happy these two strangers were okay, there is no sign of your sister. 

“Where am I? Where is Diana? Did he grab her before you got here?” 

Now they're both confused. 

“Who is Diana?” The shorter one asked. 

“My sister she..she’s the one that made this dumb spell. I told her to stop messing around. Now I’m in some busted up town dealing with a Zauberbiest.” You grumble. 

“What’s a Zauberbiest?” They both inquire. 

You feel a bit disoriented. Your assumption was they had to be Grimms, or at least know about it. It can’t be a coincidence that guy attacked them. But they look puzzled. You run a hand over your face. 

“Who are you guys?” 

“Well Black Widow, I’m Dean and this is my brother Sam.” 

His little jab felt like a joke Diana would make. 

You huff. 

“My name isn’t Black Widow. I’m “(Y/N). (Y/N) Burkhardt.” 

You didn’t like this situation, even less now that you have no idea where Diana is or where you are. 

“Damn it, Dad is gonna kill me.” 

You’ve lost count of how many lectures he’s given about using spells. But Diana was never one to listen. You can just imagine what Kelly will say when you both get busted. 

“Alright, since we’re all acquainted, maybe it’s time to call in some angelic help. Cas!! Get your butt down here!” 

You’re confused on why Dean is screaming into the air. At least at first. The distinct flapping of wings is heard and you turn in surprise at the male now standing behind you. For a moment your instinct is to draw your blade, but the second your eyes meet you all but freeze. 

His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and you’re stunned, because you can literally see wings. He’s staring back at you in a similar state of awe. Your heart is pounding, and for once it’s not because of a confrontation with a Wesen or some world ending situation. Your legs literally feel weak. You try to take a step back, maybe distance will help, but your legs buckle and before you even fall, you’re caught. 

“I’ve got you.” 

His voice is low and smooth as honey. You swallow as his hand that’s laying around your waist guides you back upright. 

“Who are you..” 

“My name is Castiel. I’m an angel.” 

An angel. 

Of course he is.

It seems Diana’s spell might have worked. There’s no other way to explain why just the sight of him has you acting like a smitten teen. 

You pull out of his hold, clearing your throat as you fix your jacket. Sam and Dean look between the both of you. 

“So..are you two done flirting?” Dean asks. 

You glare in his direction and he just smirks. 

“Cas here is gonna explain what the hell is going on. For example, who is this Wonder Woman chick and where did she come from?” 

“Your little references aren’t very funny.”

You’re annoyed at how similar he is to Diana.

“Knock it off Dean, she just saved our lives.” Sam interjects.

“Yeah, care to explain how you did that because Crolwey’s basically the king of Hell. One of the strongest demons we know and he couldn’t even nudge you.” 

His words aren’t making much sense.

“Demon? That guy was a demon?” 

“Yeah, what did you think he was?” Sam asks. 

“A Wesen.” 

“What the hell’s a Wesen?” Dean questions. 

Now you’re certain you have no idea what’s going on. 

Castiel turns to you, as if trying to figure it all out. 

“You said Wesen.” 

“Yes, that’s what we call them.” 

His expression seems contemplative, as if putting it all together in his head. 

“I’ve heard about you, but this is wrong, you shouldn’t be here. Not in this universe.” 

The more he speaks the less sense he makes. 

“What do you mean in this universe?” 

“I mean you’re from another universe. Grimms, Wesen, they don’t belong here.” 

You’re shocked, because he knows. You’re sort of relieved you’re not going crazy. 

“Could someone explain what the hell is going on!” Dean yells. 

Honestly, you don’t blame his hysteria, because this is a lot to take in. You move to the bed taking a seat. 

“Something tells me this is going to be a while, anyone got a drink.” 

See, because Cas was an angel, he didn’t need sleep. So, normally, he’d spend his nights somewhere around the bunker, either reading in the library or ‘researching’ American television programmes. No matter what he was doing, he was always there for when you couldn’t face the nightmares.

Recently Castiel wasn’t around at night. In the daytime, the angel still arrived to wherever you were to help with cases, but he’d disappear each evening, never telling you where he was going. You’d tried asking Sam and Dean where he’d gone but they told you they claimed to not know either. You knew they were lying but couldn’t be bothered to push it.

“Y/N, you look exhausted.”

“Gee, thanks, Dean.”

“You’re welcome.”

You dragged yourself, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, around the bunker to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee. You stumbled into every surface you could possibly lean on. Dean was too absorbed into whatever he was doing to notice the noises you were making every time you had a corner of something jab you in the hip.

You sighed, finally making it to the coffee machine, and blinked repeatedly trying to focus your constantly blurry eyes. You rubbed your face trying to wake yourself up. No matter what you did, you couldn’t focus your vision. Your eyes began to water, but you couldn’t tell if you were tired or actually upset over your mind’s confusion.

You knew lack of sleep wasn’t good for your body or your mind. It can make a person fuzzy, evidently, make them feel insane and lose any sense of being. You felt like you were slowly submerging into that state. The little naps just didn’t even it out. You needed Cas.

“Where the fuck are you?”

You looked around half expecting him to turn up, but knowing that he wouldn’t. You were right. You wandered back to where Dean was sitting. He acknowledged you with a nod and carried on reading. You blew gently on your coffee embracing the silence resonating in the bunker, well, apart from the page turns from Dean and his book.

“Hey, can you pass me that book? The one on the coffee table?”

You got up with a smile, discarding the blanket and happy to help Dean out. But that soon faded as the exhaustion caught up with your body and you collapsed almost straight to the floor. Dean had moved fast enough to keep your head from hitting the floor.

“Shit, Y/N!”

Sam emerged from his room at the loud sound of Dean’s chair falling over and hitting the floor. You looked up, eyes finally in focus.

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“Why am I on the floor?”

“You just fell. Out like a light.”

“Huh.”

You went to get back up, brushing Dean off, but your head whirled, pushing you back to the position you were in. Sam approached the two of you.

“What’s happening, Y/N?”

“Look, since Cas has been disappearing every night, I haven’t been sleeping.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was napping on the car rides and I thought they’d cover it.”

“You just collapsed!”

“I said thought. Anyway, I’ve called Cas every night and nothing. You two weren’t telling me where he was. I guessed he was doing angel stuff, so I gave up.”

“But you still could have spoke to us.”

“No offence, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. Castiel’s presence just… relaxes me. Like my entire body and my mind actually stops feeding me nightmares.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes, the boys still processing what you’d just told them. You closed your eyes to stop the world spinning.

“Y/N…”

Castiel. You wanted to look up at the angel, but your head was too heavy and too dizzy to move. Dean picked you up and sat you on the sofa. Castiel coming to sit next to you. You sat, making no attempt at speaking.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I knew you don’t sleep well. I didn’t want to leave you every night but there’s a mess in heaven that really needs sorting.”

You were still silent. You heard Sam sigh and rub his face. They did know. Of course they knew but why couldn’t they just tell you?

“I’m here now. You can sleep now.”

You meant against him in agreement, fearing what will happen if your head even moves slightly. He gently manoeuvres you and picks you up, being careful to support your head. Your eyes remain closed as you feel him place you onto your bed.

“You can sleep now, I’ll keep you safe Y/N.”

He pulls the sheets over you as Sam walks in. You assumed he was bringing in the blanket you’d left by Dean’s books. You were proven right when you felt the fluffiness over your arms.

“Thanks, Sam.”

The anatomy of a human was a strange thing to sight, but the feelings were just as confusing.

Each of the Winchesters were complex beings, even whilst being such small, insect like examples of existence.

When God had created them, he was proud, but Castiel was confused as to why that was.

He was a warrior of Heaven, he had seen great things in his blinding vision, and this, the experience of watching them, having to pretend to be so tender for his cause was confusing.

Dean was outright blunt; a part of the angel liked that about him. There was no cutting corners with the eldest sibling, and a part of him appreciated that.

Although, to tell the truth, admittedly the celestial being found it hard to read him.

He used things like ‘sarcasm’, as the primates had described it, often. And it bugged him to no end.

It was simply saying something with exaggerated efforts, whilst meaning another. It was a feature he couldn’t quite comprehend the importance or use of.

Then, there was Sam, the middle child, and the perfect vessel of Lucifer. It didn’t matter what happened to him in the long run, but for now it did, considering Dean’s ample rendering of how he needed him so.

There was no splitting apart the siblings, for they were one another’s life lines, as he had come to learn.

Somehow, and it amazed Castiel, all of Sam’s mistakes were cast aside, even at the most dire times. Their reluctance to give up on one another was downright noble, yet irritating all the same.

The youngest of the brothers was a hazard for the other; his inclination and addiction of drinking demon blood didn’t sway the counsel of the angels.

It only reminded them that their brother that was cast away, was to one day return in order to bring the world on its knees so that the apocalypse could overcome every obstacle on it.

And finally, there was the sister of the sibling trio. Y/n, and if Castiel speculated correctly, then she was the logically smartest out of them all.

Her attitude towards him was simple; she understood why he kept on his main course. There was no reason for him not to, he had never been taught differently, and he was doing nothing more than his duty.

If anything, he could sense a breath of pity filling the air anytime they were in each other’s company.

There were so many words that made reasonable sentences in her head, but she opted to remain silent, knowing that he preferred it that way.

He wasn’t at all there for her, his mission was to protect Dean, as proven whence he grasped him out of perdition.

That was no bother to her, it only made things awkward, as she would put it. Castiel, to his feathery luck never experienced such uncomfortable feelings.

But she still, no matter kept that human weakness about herself, foolishly embracing it as though it served any good against the dark forces squandering and escaping hell.

Again, her family was her purpose to fight, and admittedly, they knew as well as he did, that that factor would be each of their downfalls.

And as he sat in the motel room, awaiting their ambitious return, when the door swung open, it was the female alone. There was dirt smothering her face, and trapped in the cords of her hair, and Castiel frowned at the sight of her.

“Dammit!” She kicked the bedpost, gaining the utmost intrigue out of the angel.

Y/n was never one to be so blatant in expressing her frustrated emotions, but it appeared that tonight, something had happened, and irked her greatly.

It confused Cas, as Dean had dubbed him, as to why she was behaving that way, and so, he simply asked.

“Has something unwanted happened during the hunt that you went on with your brothers?”

It was a first, seeing her wearing a scowl aimed directly towards him, but eventually she sighed, and let her guarded expression fall down, and crumble at her feet.

“That’s one way to put it.” A somber sigh followed after her words, confirming her active annoyance, of which the angel assumed was not pardoning her siblings. “Dean was saying, or ‘simply giving me the idea’, of hitting the road, and missing this whole apocalypse business. He thinks I should live life a little before, in case he and Sam don’t manage to stop it.”

Castiel clasped his hands together, he had seen people do the same in chapels when praying, but he was not wishing to speak to his father, for he knew that there would be a lack of response.

It was instead a mannerism that the body that he was borrowing found comfort in doing, and so he was inclined to allow it follow its natural instincts.

“Have you ever thought that your brother has wanted a normal life for you? I think that was how he meant to come across, and you simply may never have another chance to experience such a way of living if things fail.”

The angel leant forward, watching as her brow furrowed with a signal of distress. Her mind was torn, stuck between two things; the desire to run and never look back on this life, and the other to remain, and fight beside her family, or at least what was left of it.

“Yeah, a normal life.” A humoured laugh slipped from her chapped and thirsty lips, her head nodding at the prospect. “I am sure that is why he taught me how to shoot a gun, and behead my first vampire.”

She sat alongside the angel, he was not sure why, but he thought she may have found comfort in being beside someone, even in his case it be a celestial, powerful force that was a warrior of the above. “Are your family the same; do they think that they know what is best for you?”

He wasn’t used to being asked questions, at home, as he knew it as, he was instructed. His opinions nor the thoughts in his mind were never up for discussion; if he stepped out of line, he would surely be compared to Lucifer. And that was a major insult, if not the worst for his kind.

“My father, wherever he is, has everything in an avid plan. There is a reason for everything; after all, he is the creator of all life, and each individual atom of it. We are all his children, from the plants to the great and ferocious creatures of the Sahara. It is no doubt that God knows best.”

Despite being intrigued by humans, this one in very particular, he was still loyal to his original course. No matter how swayed he felt, there was no absence in getting off track from it.

“But what if he doesn’t?”

In the form of it, it felt like an insult, but Castiel remained silent, allowing the lesser being woman to continue her speculator dialogue.

There was no harm in words, so long as it didn’t push down the belief of his father, or revealed that she was on the alternative side. “The Bible makes you out to be some great warriors, and I understand that the stories are written rom mankind’s scripture, however, if he is so holy and prosperous, he shouldn’t need his children to complete his bidding. With a snap of his transparent fingers, all the bad, anything that opposes him could be gone. So why isn’t that the route he takes to fix his troubles?”

It was a perspective that Castiel had never thought of before, and it raised some of his enquiries in his mind that had shrunken to fit into this form.

The creations, mortal or otherwise had so many flaws, and if he wanted, he could resolve the issues in a second, overwriting anything that he simply did not like.

And if done, and all was bent to his will, then the world would be a safer habitat, and there’d be no agenda in saving it, for it would not be necessary. 

“Because there is no story to it.” Muttered the resident of heaven, bowing his head in shame. “And Dean would be wrong to send you away, for you have your own, and that choice in staying, or leaving is up to you. But if you pardoned yourself from this script, then you would not be around, and out of all of you Winchesters, I find your company the most calming and least irritating. If you were one of the vessels, I would then have much, if not more, faith in your succession. However, you are not, instead you are-”

“Empty inside.” Y/n finished his sentence, able to do so because she was well aware of her worth within the universe.

The impact that she was to have on it was never to be as large as Sam or Dean’s, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t in her best interests to make the planet a better place.

Hunting was practically all that she knew, and if that was ripped away from her, then she wouldn’t be sure what to do.

There would be no other purpose for her to live; many hunters felt the same, even if their reputations were slack and unknown.

It was the self knowledge of saving lives that served as the fuel to continue onwards, and it was the way of thousands within the unemployed business.

And most died within this life, such as her parents, and too many more. John, her father had been hellbent on finding a demon, with lustrous, dangerous yellow eyes.

But now, after his unfortunate end, and benevolent sacrifice, all that they had learnt from him and Bobby had been scrubbed clean.

They had been introduced to a new slate, one involving angelic asses, that thought it their right to boss the earthly primates around, giving them orders that were those sent by god.

But none of them knew how hard being a human was, there was no going back or turning time. All were stuck with the consequences of their rash choices, much like Lucifer, who wanted to be loved more than God’s latest project, but instead, in the rise of his destruction, was tossed aside.

To every villain, there was a reason for their change in heart. In some kind of messed up, collateral way, y/n understood the devil himself, even if she had yet to come face to face with him.

They were different, and that was okay, and Castiel was the same. He was crafted with a crack in his surface, and though he wanted to do good, he wasn’t quite sure which side served that purpose.

“Not empty.” The angel corrected her, seeing more than his brothers and sisters could in a simple human. “Rather, a haven from the chaos. The others of my family may narot be able to visualise your lack of use, in their fleeting eyes, but I happen to, very well. Whilst Sam and Dean do have a trait within your family to be both light and darkness, you are the grey between their two distinct colours. And whilst their prominence is famous, they are ignorant to all the shades that you emit. There is nothing wrong with being overlooked by an angel, instead, you should see it as an example of luck.”

“Do you overlook me, Castiel?”

Her head tilted, grasping onto every line that appeared sternly on his handsome face. They were side by side, and Castiel turned his head to be focused on her, it brought their expressions closer to one another’s naked eye.

Y/n was indeed grateful for all that he had done to help the survivors of her family, and his opinion of her, for some peculiar reason, mattered to her. 

It was normal for the messengers to look down upon their stock of cattle, for they were superior in both the sights of the lord, and the mortals themselves.

And she would not be insulted if he did, for he was just another one of his kind; he was not supposed to feel anything towards her mistaken species.

Y/n knew far too well of the inclined penance that the angels were worth from humans, they had done bad by them, ruining hte home that god made for them, shaping it to die in their own pollution. 

“Not at all.” And whilst his sentiment was not accompanied by a smile, or any indication at all that he wanted her to do so, y/n was too in touch with her natural motions, that she leant in and kissed Castiel.

He didn’t kiss her back, nor did he pull away, he remained still as she moved her mouth over his. “You do realise that this is not my body, do you not? I am dressed in the appearance of Jimmy Novak, we are very different and-”

“I meant to kiss you Cas, not some stranger.” Y/n informed him, upholding a sweet and innocent face. “You’re nice, for an angel. I think you were assigned to earth for more than angelic duties, I think you belong here.”

Castiel gulped at that. It was true, he was put on this vastly deficient planet due to his orders.

But he wasn’t quite following them all the way through; he was becoming rather attached to these humans, and that was why he could not let y/n leave.

It didn’t matter that his brother had suggested the idea to Dean, he was not going to allow her to depart from him.

She was the only thing that he had found in all of his eternal life that had made him prosper with the sensation for existing for more than fighting historical wars.

Before meeting her, he felt like some kind of manmade machine; empty inside, working only by the wires that were flowing with energy from a power source.

But he had found that he no longer needed that supply, for he was crafted for a figurative cause, but he had found another that he preffered.

The crack in being broke a little bit more, and he licked his thin lips, having a desire for y/n to kiss him again.