#reader x cas

It certainly wasn’t his intention to hurt her, but lately he’d felt different whenever she was in his vicinity. Innocent conversations would make him stammer and accidental touches would send electric pulses racing through him. The sight of her would spark an unfamiliar warmth within him, and frankly it was concerning. Until Castiel could discern Y/N’s influence on his vessel, he thought it best to minimize contact with her, however disappointing it might be.

It wasn’t until the angel strode across the dormitory hall that he heard a strange sound. He frowned as a tinny music filled the air.

Perplexed, he followed the tune until it led him to the library. He stepped inside and gave a small smile at what he saw.

Sitting on the floor with heaps of records sprawled out before her sat Y/N. She was beaming at the dusty collection of disks, and seemed to be organizing them.

“Hello, Y/N.” Castiel said.

She looked up and grinned. “Hey Cas, where’ve you been hiding?”

The angel frowned and spoke defensively. “Hiding? Why would you ask that? I haven’t been hiding.”

Y/N quirked a brow. “Hey, relax Cas. I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant to say that you’ve been MIA.”

He looked around the room and observed the record player on the table. “What is all of this?” He asked her, cocking his head to the side.

Y/N’s face lit up and Castiel felt his heart swell. He clutched his chest uncomfortably, but if Y/N noticed, she didn’t let on.

“I was looking through some old boxes here in the library and found an old record collection! Some of these disks date as far back as the 1940’s, can you believe it?”

Castiel didn’t understand her excitement. The 1940’s really weren’t all that long ago, but he supposed his concept of time was different than that of a human’s.

“This is all very... fascinating.” He managed to say as he examined a mildew stained record cover.

Y/N giggled at his obvious indifference. “They might seem unassuming, but the moment you play one... it’s like magic.”

Castiel smiled wistfully at humanity’s innocence and its notion of magic.

“Can I choose one to play?” He asked.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d like to experience this... magic.”

Y/N smiled. “Go ahead.”

The angel walked around the library, peering at each record cover, trying to choose one that called to him. He found a battered copy of Frank Sinatra’s “I could write a book” and picked it up.

“Perhaps this one.”

“Cool, let’s check it out.” Y/N stood up and took the disk from him. She placed it on the platter and for a moment there was only static. Castiel furrowed his brows at the mundanity of the device. He was just about to protest when the first few silky notes rose up from the record player.

If they ask me, I could write a book

About the way you walk and whisper and look...

Castiel nodded his approval. “This is a very pleasing tune. I understand now why humans-“

He paused when he turned to look at Y/N. She was swaying softly, a strange look on her face as she listened intently to Sinatra’s smooth rendition.

“Y/N?” He called out to her uncertainly.

She snapped out of her trance. “Cas, yeah. Umm... great choice.”

The angel looked at Y/N critically, his sharp focus studying her odd movements.

“Would you like to dance?”

She gave a jolt at his suggestion. “I don’t even know how to dance.”

Castiel looked down at himself and assessed his vessel. “Neither do I.” He admitted. “But maybe we can learn together.” He stepped towards her and clasped her hand. “I believe this is how the humans do it.” He said lowly, placing a hand on her waist.

Y/N could feel her hand tremble in his hold, and tried to steady herself. “Yeah Cas,” she stammered. “Just like that.”

The angel’s mouth twitched upward in a half smile. He could read the excitement in Y/N’s mind, and felt the tension of her frame. With a new rush of confidence, he coughed politely. “Shall we?” He asked.

She could only manage a nod, not trusting herself to speak.

And the simple secret of the plot

Is just to tell them that I love you a lot...

Castiel took the lead, guiding Y/N across the library floor. He moved with grace, his cobalt gaze never leaving her face.

She laughed weakly in his arms. “You know, for someone who hasn’t danced in millennia, you’re pretty good at it.”

“Yes,” he answered dryly. “It seems I am.” As they moved in tandem, Y/N gripped the starchy fabric of Castiel’s trench coat, her knuckles whitening from the force.

He looked to where she was gripping his shoulder, and moved to place his hand over hers. “There’s no need to be nervous.” He said softly. “It’s only me.”

Her tension eased. “I know. That’s the problem,” she whispered. Y/N gave a short laugh at the wrinkled patch that remained on his coat. “Sorry about that...”

Castiel hardly stirred. “Y/N,” he began. “I have stood by the sidelines of humanity for eons. I have seen great terror and great goodness in all those years, but went about existence as a warrior. An observer.”

“What are you saying?”

Castiel stopped dancing and studied Y/N for a moment. He smiled kindly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“It wasn’t until I met the Winchesters that I began to appreciate the intricacies of humanity, and what they entail.”

He cupped her face in his hand, and swiped his thumb softly against her cheek.

“But it wasn’t until I met you that I began to feel those complex sentiments for myself.”

“Castiel?”

The angel moved a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “I think I love you.”

He dipped his face downwards and kissed her. In that moment, all was fire and ice. Y/N felt a warmth surge through her as the angel’s cool lips met her own. She clutched at his lapels and melted into his touch. Castiel smiled against her lips and revelled in the goodness and hope that lingered within their kiss.

When they parted, both angel and hunter were left breathless from the intensity of their sentiment.

Castiel grinned sheepishly, his hair left ruffled by the kiss. “If you’d like, we could dance to one more song.”

Y/N smiled and placed his hand on her waist. “I’d love to.”

Then the world discovers as my book ends

How to make two lovers of friends...

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Y/N tipped her head to the side, “Do what?”

Dean poured his coffee and walked over to the table where Y/N was; his finger pointing at her, “That…get all tucked into a ball like that.” He sat down, “Where is Sam? Why isn’t there food?”

Y/N chuckled, “I’m a dancer, Dean. I have to be limber…” she said getting up from her position, her eyes warned Dean silently.

“I’m been dying to find out…” he said under his breath.

She bent over and pulled out a pan from the cabinet, “I still heard that!” She said with laughter in her voice.

Dean smiled, “Hey, you have that thing today right?” He furrowed his eyebrows inquisitively.

“Yeah,” Y/N’s voice was laced with a hint of nervousness.

“You are going to do great, Y/N.” Castiel’s voice suddenly

Dean closed his eyes and pressed his lips together tightly and held up a finger to the angel, “You have got to stop doing that so early in the morning, Cas!”

“I—I am sorry to startle you, Dean. I just wanted to make sure I was here before, Y/N left.” Cas responded and then turned his attention to her as she began to cook for herself and the Winchesters.

“Aw, that’s really sweet of you Cas, thanks!” Y/N’s lips curled up into a bright smile, she turned around gracefully and she hugged him tightly.

Castiel stiffened up slightly with uncertainty, “Should I reciprocate the embrace or would that be inappropriate?”

Y/N released her arms from around the trench coat wearing angel, “One of these days you are going to be the first to hug me; I’m telling you…one of these days, Cas.” She laughed.

“Perhaps.” Cas said.

Sam’s sloppy footsteps slid around the corner as he entered the kitchen. “Sam! Nice to see you up so early on this fine morning…”

Dean’s head tilted to the side and he looked at his younger brother, “You had sex.” He paused, “didn’t you?” Y/N looked at Dean over her shoulder from the stovetop. Dean’s smile erupted onto his face, “Sammy you dirty son-of-a-bitch!”

“Come on, not so loud okay, Dean. Please…” the younger Winchester winced at his brother’s brash voice.

Y/N’s arm came across Sam’s body where he sat down at the table with his coffee, “Morning, Sammy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Looks great.” He responded to the plate of hot food that now lay in front of him.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Dean hungrily stared down at the heaping plate of food and picked up his fork.

“Anytime guys!” She smiled.

“Aren’t you going to have any?” Sam asked her.

She shook her head, “No, I’ve got to head out for my solo practice this morning.” She attempted to hide her smile but was unsuccessful, “This is like huge, guys…this could be the one that launches my career…I’m really excited but nervous.” She fussed with the hem of her shirt.

“No, that’s amazing, Y/N and you are going to do amazing today. I know it!” Sam encouraged.

“Yeah, Y/N. You’re pretty fucking good, I don’t know how you do it. Shit’s painful but you make it look so, so, good.” He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

Y/N laughed and tossed a rag at Dean, “Thanks, guys.” She smiled, “means a lot…”

“I will go with you, Y/N.” Cas interjected in the moment. Y/N was about to speak but Castiel continued, “I will go.” He paused, his eyes firm, “I have never seen you dance, Y/N. I wish to see it.”

“O—okay. I mean—I guess there’s no stopping an angel of the Lord.” She nodded, “I’ll be ready to go in 20.”

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“Ready to go, Cas?” Y/N asked, twirling her hair into a fine bun that sat on top of her head and the small piece of fabric flowed around her slender waist.

“You look very nice, Y/N.” Castiel’s eyes slowly traveled down Y/N’s body. His hand lifted the edge of the fabric draped around her waist, “I can see through this.”

Y/N laughed and brushed his hand away, “Yeah, Cas. It’s what ballet dancers wear…it’s supposed to be like that.” She smiled sweetly at his childlike curiosity. “But it’s nice to know you would look out for me like that, Cas.” She giggled and jokingly punched his shoulder. “Come on, Cas.” She said and grabbed his hand, “Let’s go.”

The two of them ascended the metal, spill staircase and closed the door behind them.

Sam and Dean sat there in the kitchen of the bunker for a few minutes in silence before Sam began to speak, “Are they together?”

Dean took a bit of his toast, “I don’t know…and don’t think we aren’t going to not talk about what you did last night.” Sam smirked and rolled his eyes.

___

“Y/N, solo practice. 8 am.” She spoke clearly into the speaker as she held the button in.

“Okay,  I will buzz you in. Third floor, talk to Adrian.” The buzzer rang and the door unlocked.

Y/N turned to Castiel with a vivid expression of excitement, “Come on!” She smiled.

“I could have unlocked the door for you, Y/N. I do not understand why you are excited for—” he paused mid sentence when his crystal blue eyes locked with Y/N’s; her eyes glared at back at him and she crossed her arms, “Oh, I understand.”

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“Just right through here, Y/N.” Adrian pointed down the hallway, “You give the cue for your music then it will start.” She paused, “Your solo practice will be monitored and you should know by the end of the week if you have been chosen. Any questions?”

“No, ma’am.” Y/N shook her head slightly. Adrian motioned with her hand to the man that stood behind her. “Oh, um. This is my friend, came along to help me stretch before…can he stay in the room then?”

Her face tightened with a grin, “Oh, of course, dear.” She smiled, “Good luck!”

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“How do I help you, Y/N?” Cas asked with a lowered jaw.

She smiled up to him and placed her hands on his chest and replied, “You don’t have to help me with anything. You’re here, that’s what matters.” She leaned up and pecked a sweet kiss onto his cheek and then retreated to her bag.

She finished tying them tightly to her ankles and stood in the center of the room, she raised her hand to signal that she was ready for her music. She took a deep breath in and started with the music.

Castiel’s icy blue eyes eagerly watched as Y/N’s slender body moved graciously across the floor, her hands delicately engaging in dance. The thing fabric bounce as she came up onto her toes and leaped with agility.

Y/N spun angelically to the soft tones of the music, her body an instrument to invoke feeling and emotion; those Castiel was able to receive.

His heart picked up in pace and his lips parted slightly in amazement of how Y/N was able to move her body so elegantly. The music came to a soft end and she finished with a slight bow.

Y/N smiled and waved upward to signify the end of her routine. “How’d I do?” Y/N skipped over to Castiel who was holding her bag.

“Y/N, that was the most beautiful thing that I have ever set eyes on. I have seen all of God’s creation and it’s beauty but it does not compare to you.” Castiel admitted, his engaging eyes remained fixed on Y/N’s.

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Y/N = your name

Italics is your dream

You slowly opened your eyes, but weren’t sure if you really did at first because of how pitch black it was in the place you were in. All you could remember was that you were hunting a pretty nasty demon with Sam and Dean, and the next thing you knew, you felt like a boulder hit you in the back of the head.

There was a slight pressure on both your wrists and ankles; you tried to wriggle your arms and legs but the restraints that were holding you holding you in place weren’t budging in the slightest, they actually felt like they were getting tighter. “Great.” You mumbled to yourself, sighing as you looked up at what you assumed was a ceiling above you.

What felt like years, stadium type bright lights came on from the ceiling that slightly blinded you because of how bright they were. As quick as you could, you shut your eyes and turned your head. “Son of a bitch.” You said, louder than you wanted.

You heard some laughter that seemed to be coming from right in front of you. In that moment, you heard foot steps, and the sound of latex gloves snapping on someone’s hand. In a matter of seconds, you felt someone move your chin up. “Open your eyes,” said a very low and deep manly voice. You didn’t open your eyes like the man said, and you could hear him sigh. “Open your eyes now, or I’ll open them myself.” He said, more demanding and less patient this time. You did as the man said this time, and slowly opened them.

The man that was standing in front of you with his hand under your chin looked at you with a smirk; the kind that serial killers would wear to draw in their victims. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it dear?” He chuckled and you snapped your face away from his hand, which only made him chuckle more. The tall man, who was possibly the same height as Sam or possible taller, walked over to the metal table that was next to you that was covered with a white cotton sheet. Without either of you breaking eye contact from the other, he removed the sheet and revealed some of the items. On the metal desk were several different medical tools and non-medical tools that were in pristine condition. Either he has never used them before or he has a very religious cleaning ritual.

“You know,” The man started to speak, picking up a scalpel and examining it. He flicked the blade with his fingers, testing the sharpness of the object. “I didn’t like what you and your friends did to my experiments.” The man was very calm when he spoke. Speaking in a way a parent speaks to their child when they have caught their child doing something wrong and they are insanely disappointed.

“You were turning people into demons!” You shouted. In a split second, the scalpel was on your throat. You could feel the sharpness of the blade against your skin, but you didn’t flitch. The mans eyes turned pure black, his icy stare piercing into your skin like daggers.

“I WAS TRYING TO HELP THEM!” He yelled, no longer the calm and disappointed voice he previously had. He removed the scalpel from your neck and stepped back away from you. He placed the scalpel back on the metal table and straightened out his white lab coat. The tall man took a deep breath, his eyes flashing back to his vessel’s ocean blue ones.

“How is turning people into demons saving them?” You asked.

“You see, the people I was turning into demons were dying. A few of them had Cancer, and another few were dying from unknown causes. In my research I found that if you turn a person into a demon, they can no longer die from that disease.” He was calm again, and while he was explaining to you what he was doing, a part of you actually felt bad.

“But…” You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t find the words to try and hurt him. A part of you knew that he was trying to do something good, but his actions weren’t really working. He tried to turn people into demons, but the way he was going about it was just killing people faster than their disease could.

He walked over to you with the scalpel again, and placed the scalpel close to your neck, like the way he did before when you angered him. “Your friends will never find you, you know.” He said, smirking ever so calmly. He nicked your neck with the blade and drew a little bit of blood.

“Ouch.” You said, at the sudden pain that he just caused you. But in a split second, that pain was gone.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be the end of our fun. We have all the time in the world.” He said, walking back to the metal table, grabbing another medical instrument.

Your vision started to go blurry, and all you could see was just random patches of your blood. The man didn’t cut you deep, but he cut you in a bunch of random little places that made you want to throw up. There were cuts on your feet and hands, your stomach and chest, and even on your face. There was dried blood above and below your eyes and thankfully none got into them. “P…Please.” You said, barely audible.

“You can’t handle this? Really? Y/N the badass hunter can’t handle this kind of pain? I’ve barely done anything.” He whispered in your ear and started to play with the top of your hair, the same way Sam or Dean would play with it if they were messing around with you. You felt a small tear roll down your cheek.

“They’re not coming.” You mumbled again, more tears started to stream down your face.

Your eyes shot open and you could feel wetness on your cheeks. You rubbed the tears from your eyes and looked at your doorway, noticing a figure standing there. “Cas?” You questioned, your voice sounding like a mixture between sleepy and like you just got done crying.

Cas walked towards you and sat down at the end of your bed. “I could…Hear you crying from the other room.” The angel looked at you with genuine concern on his face. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m…I’m fine. I just…I had a nightmare.” You tucked your knees against your chest, looking at him, trying your best to force a smile on your face but it wasn’t working.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, placing his hand on the top of your knee. This caused you to have a genuine soft smile on your face.

“Can you…Can you stay with me?” You asked, placing your hand on top of his. “It wasn’t a horrible nightmare but…It kind of freaked me out.” Cas nodded, and you got back unto the covers. You moved over to the left side of the bed so that there was enough room for Cas to lay down next to you. Once he did so, he wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in close so your face was buried in his chest. You shut your eyes for a moment, feeling at peace.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Cas said, looking down at you. You looked up at him slightly, ready to speak. “Your nightmare that is?” He asked, as if to clarify.

“I…I got tortured by a demon and no one came to rescue me.” You looked away from him, kind of feeling slightly embarrassed in that moment for some reason. “It’s kind of stupid I know.” You decided to add, but quickly regretted saying that part.

“It’s not stupid Y/N.” He calmly said, pulling your chin up so you could look at him. “We’ll always come and rescue you, no matter what.” He kissed your forehead, making you feel more at peace. Cas was really good at that; he always managed to make you feel calm about a lot of things.

“Thank you.” Was all you said, before you shut your eyes again.

Last Halloween you’d all been on a hunt together, but after an evening of questions, Cas had gotten a pretty good hang of what Halloween was… At least on paper. And if your memory wasn’t completely failing you, you seemed to remember that Dean had thrown a carved pumpkin at a ghoul to distract it before Sam went for the killing blow. Though of course pumpkins didn’t normally get used as monster hunter weapons.

 “Could I… Would you mind if I joined you? I want to learn more about Halloween,” Castiel said, looking eagerly from the tools and over to you with those big, soft puppy dog eyes that you could just never say no to anyway. Plus, hell, you’d be mad if you gave up on the chance to spend a little alone time with your crush.

 “Of course you can! But… You might wanna drop the jacket and at least roll up the sleeves of your shirt…” You said, eyeing his outfit next to your own tank top and shorts combo and you grinned up at the angel. “Pumpkin carving is dirty business,”

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 “Are you going to throw out all of that?” Cas said after a while of the two of you working silently side by side to clean out the pumpkins. His eyes resting on the big bowl of pumpkin flesh, guts and seeds in front of you.

 “No way… Every part of these babies will go to good use. That’s why I asked you to take out as much of the flesh as you could without damaging the pumpkin itself,” You said as you pushed another readied pumpkin shell away with a groan and a stretch.

 “How do you use that?” Castiel seemed unconvinced, and honestly, you didn’t blame him. The mix of seeds, flesh and strings didn’t seem very appetizing. But hell, you didn’t have enough bowls to do the separation straight away, plus, it was kinda a finicky job.

 “Well.. I’m gonna roast the pumpkin seeds. ‘Cause Sammy likes ‘em. And the flesh I’ll use to make pumpkin pie, for Dean,” You said with a small smile, counting yourself lucky that both the big guys liked to eat, ‘cause the bowl was pretty much overfilled, which meant enough seeds to last Sam and enough pies for Dean not to get pouty if you stole a slice.

 As your eyes focused on the bowl with a soft smile, you missed the slight frown on the angel’s features as Castiel fought with unknown feelings. Feelings he had no words for, yet that he knew were too dark and strange for him to ask you about. Later thought, the angel would come to learn of the feeling burning in his stomach as he watched you talk softly about the Winchester brothers as jealousy.

 “But first you will carve pumpkins with me right?” Castiel couldn’t hide the small frown lines on his forehead straight away, nor the slight edge to his voice as he spoke. Yet, before you could turn fully to face him, he somehow managed to remove all signs of that dark feeling, keeping his eyes clear and his question seemingly innocent. Though even he knew the selfish feeling of wanting to keep you to himself for a little while longer.

 “Of course!” You grinned, more than happy to comply to any request that let you spend more time alone with the angel. Even if you weren’t brave enough to fess up to you own feelings, just spending time with him like that, shoulder to shoulder, was nice. If you had to describe warmth and comfort in one simple way, it would be time spent with Cas. “Ok, so let’s get our tools ready and I’ll teach you how to carve the pumpkin and follow the stencils,”

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 The room was silent as the first few chaotic moments of the pumpkin carving lesson finally stopped echoing around the industrial sized kitchen. After a few rough starts, and Cas watching slightly confused as you showed him how to apply the stencil and start carving, the angel had almost fully crushed one of your beautiful pumpkins. Though after some gentle urging from you to keep his touch soft, the angel had surprisingly gotten the hang of it quickly.

 As he started working on his own pumpkin, the room had drifted into a comfortable silence. Only punctuated by the clatter of tools moving around and some light conversation. And honestly, you loved every second of the light mood. It wasn’t often you got the time to just relax in his company, taking the time to blush as his fingers brushed against yours and listen in to his many stories of the world seen to his pure, always positive eyes.

 Where your own world view had only gotten bleaker and darker after years of hunting, his seemed to have brighten. The sharp edges of the angel Dean and Sam had at first introduced you to had become rounded and soft as the years went by. And as his deep voice filled the room with murmured conversation between moments of deep concentration you found yourself wishing you’d never finish carving the pumpkin in front of you. Not wanting the moment to end.

 From time to time you caught yourself glancing over at Cas between focusing on your own pumpkin. Loving that adorably focused look he sported as he stayed hunched over his own pumpkin, diligently working away. His blue eyes sharp and brow slightly furrowed as he worked on his sketch, that he insisted to do by hand, and carefully carved out the shape using the little tricks you’d taught him.

 You tried looking once, to see what he was working on. Only to have your heart squeezed even more as the angel shot you a surprised wide-eyed look before turning his pumpkin away so that you couldn’t see it. Even asking him what he was carving only netted you a single word in reply. 

Home.

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 After a little while you sighed and stretched as your own, slightly clumsy, pumpkin carving was done. You thought you’d done a good job. After all, you’d gone straight for the Jack Skellington stencil, which wasn’t an easy one to do. Your neck was stiff however as you gently rolled your head from side to side, before turning and smiling at Castiel as he just finished his at the same time as you.

 “Ready to show me now?” You asked jokingly, as you watched the angel scrutinize his work before meeting your eyes.

 “Show me yours first,” Castiel said, sounding slightly worried, as if he worried he’d done something wrong whilst carving so diligently and carefully for the longest time. With nothing more than a smile you turned your pumpkin around so that Jack’s face was facing the angel, knowing full well you’d have to explain either way.

 “It’s Jack Skellington, he’s a movie character… Look, maybe we can watch the movie together later?” You asked instead of trying to explain the plot of your favourite Tim Burton movie to the angel. Happy for the chance to spend more time alone with him either way.

 “Yes… I would like that,” Castiel’s soft response only made your heart thump harder in your chest as you returned his warm smile with one of your own. Secretly celebrating your next time alone with the angel a little early.

 “Aren’t you going to show me yours… What did you say it was again?” You said, changing the subject before your happiness started showing on your face as you looked expectantly at the pumpkin, still not seeing the actual carving as Castiel’s hands were safely resting on each side of it, hiding the design from you.

 “Home…” That was all Cas said, sounding slightly bashful as he turned the pumpkin around, showing off two beautifully interlinked hearts carved into the orange skin. The angel truly had a talent for it, the wonderful hearts automatically caught your attention with all their intricate details and the soft glow of love that emitted from them warmed your heart and brought another soft smile to your lips as you forced yourself to look away from the detailed carving and up on the artist.

 “Home is where the heart is?” You questioned, trying to tie his beautiful carving into his earlier one word answer.

 “No… Well, yes. But that’s not it…” Castiel said, his brow furrowing as he looked down at the pumpkin, following his own carved lines as he looked for the correct words. For a little while all you could hear was the soft hum of the kitchen light and your own heartbeat as you looked at him. Giving the angel the time he needed to find the correct words before he finally spoke again. 

“When I’m with you like this, I feel warm, and like I am finally home. So you are my home. Which is why there are two hearts… Mine and yours,”

You couldn’t help the shy smile, nor the unannounced arrival of a million butterflies in your chest that followed his words. Though, you thought as you looked shyly down to hide your reddening cheeks, he meant it in a family way, you couldn’t help still loving the tickling feeling his words gave you as you fought the blush and tried to calm your heart.

 “Thanks Cas, I’m glad you think of me as family,” You finally said, looking back up after composing yourself and offering him a genuine smile. Though you loved him, if he only wanted you to be a part of his family, they you would be just that. The angel had lost too many people, you didn’t want to make him put space between the two of you just because of your own feelings for him. You would be happy, just being close to him.

 “No… I think of you as more than family. You are my world (Y/N)... I never…” Castiel stopped, seeming slightly annoyed at his inability to put it all into words. Though his words were already enough to cause absolute havoc within your own heart and mind. 

Did he mean..? 

No, he couldn’t mean he loved you. You never even dared dream that he would share your feelings. You fought the urge to ask him, or to pinch yourself, or hell… You were a mess of jittery nerves. You didn’t even know what damned impulses you were fighting. Did Cas love you to? Was that was he was saying?

“I… I have romantic feelings for you (Y/N)... Dean told me to tell you, but I didn’t know how. Now seemed like a good time. Is it not a good time?” Castiel looked closely at you, his eyes going to the pumpkin still in his hands that he had pushed more towards you, as if offering it to you in lieu of flowers. Though your silence as the angel rambled on seemed to have been misinterpreted as the furrow in his brow deepened.

 “No, yes! I mean, now is a good time. I’m… I’m in love with you too Castiel,” You hurried to say the words, not wanting to see those bright blue eyes darken even a little from having to wait for your answer. It still didn’t feel real, and you still felt dazed. But as your arms wrapped gently around the pumpkin and hugged it close, you couldn’t help believe that this was more than just some amazing dream. This was real, and Cas was yours.

 “Does that mean I can consider this here, this spot next to you… Home?” Castiel asked, gently pulling the pumpkin out of your hands and putting it down on the table before his big hands wrapped around your smaller ones. The hopeful look in his eyes warming up your body as you leaned closer until your foreheads were gently touching. The words for you and him only.

 “Yeah… Wherever we’re together Cas… That’s home,”

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But ever since your creation there was something abut you that Cas found. . . intriguing would probably be the word humans would use to describe it 

He didn’t have strong emotions about you let alone anyone else-- of course not, angels weren't really supposed to feel

however, there was no denying that sometimes when he was supposed to be watching over the Winchesters he found himself watching you instead.

Cas had no idea why, at leas that's what  he told himself, tried to convince himself of (it's also what he said to the angels that asked him about it and you) 

As the Years passed in a blink and he watched you grow up in leaps and bounds Castiel had to admit that he had grown. . . attached to you.

He found himself checking in on you constantly throughout the day. 

The other Angels noticed this of course and asked him about it, why he would watch one of the mud monkeys especially one who it wasn't his task to watch and of course he found it impossible to describe or explain.

Not that they would understand him even if he could.

The rest of the angel’ s in his garrison slowly got more questioning and suspicious as time went by and he continued to check on you, even  doing it more often then  before. 

They had expected his interest to pass and pass  quickly but it didn’t 

it got to the point that even  the higher ups noticed Cas’s strange behavior . . and they knew something had to be done about it. 

Which is when they sent him and his garrison down to hell to get Dean

They thought that doing that would distract him. . . by keeping him on the ground in closer contact with the people he was supposed to guard his   curiosity would be curbed (or at least he’d be kept him busy) and he wouldn't look in on you anymore.  

They were right to an extent 

Cas was reluctant to forget about you completely and he didn’t

Between Heaven  and  the Winchesters cas was kept very busy but he always made time to pop in and see how you were doing (silently and invisibly of course without ever letting you know he was there.)

And every time he saw you he felt a surge of peace. . .and another emotion that he couldn't’ t name

It wasn’t until he’d been around the Winchesters for a year or two that he learned exactly what he was feeling. 

Love

He’d come to love and care about you just as much as he did the Winchesters and Cas couldn't stand the thought of anything bad happening to you. . .some monster or creature targeting you or a  fellow angel going after you just because of him.

So. . .once he realized that, Cas went back to see you one more time. 

Even though you couldn’t see or  hear him, Cas said his good bye then even though it felt like it tore his heart out and shredded his wings. . . 

He left.