... long intervals of horrible sanity.

Author: sp-oops Rating: E Word Count: 8.5K whooops Pairing: Castiel x Female Reader Notes: Idea came from this anon who turned out to be @nurse-sarahrn​. Thank you. <3 Warnings: Netflix and chill. Yup. Also sex, fluff, mild angst. Summary: Takes place during 11x04. When remnants of Rowena’s curse keep you from going to Oregon with Dean and Sam, you don’t mind that much. Cas is recovering, too. He’s happy to binge-watch Netflix with you. And happy to sit closer. And closer. It’s up to you to close the distance.

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Cas is just hanging up with Sam as you bring the last bowl of Dean’s damn tasty minestrone out to the library. Dropping into your seat across from him, you shift your laptop to make room for the soup. “They cool?”

“Yes, they’re cool.” Cas sighs deeply, and leans back in his seat. “They’re perturbed that we’re attempting to help them instead of heal. Sam seems to think we have better things to do.”

You try not to stare at the golden vee of Cas’ throat where his shirt’s open. Which is, uh. Fine. “Like what?”

“Something called ‘Netflix,’ apparently.”