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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Castiel: Hot and Dirty

Pairing: Castiel X Reader/ Y/n

Pov: Reader

Warnings: dirty jokes she wishes she could say, helping hand, cuteness, domestic concepts, sweaty work. Not so innocent Cass

Summary: Maybe by helping Cass learn how to cut the grass you get out of a chore and help him see a more domestic side of life. “Y/n? Would you like some help?” “Well, that only took forever! And now we are all hot and dirty!”

Word Count: 1,205

I had made a chore chart for the bunker. The fact that the boys were able to live in the dirtiest places. But then come home to back their own home dirty, was very confusing.

I had enough of the messy bunker that we lived in. So everyone had chores. Sam always had to clean the library seeing as he was the person that was always in there.

Dean had to clean the kitchen, seeing as most of the dishes were from his room. I had laundry just because it was calming. I was also the only person that was able to fold clothes.

During the winter I had forced Dean to go out a buy a lawnmower, the front of the bunker lawn was horrible. The grass hadn’t been cut for a long while. So when Dean came home with it for the summer I was more than okay with adding it to the chore chart.

Cass had been living at the bunker for a while. Trying to enjoy more domestic life. He wasn't human, but he wasn't an angel. I hadn’t been really rough on Cass, for the simple reason that he hadn’t done much to piss me off.

Cass was a clean person. Always cleaned up his dishes, always put his laundry in the washroom. Whenever he would go look for a book for the hunt, he’d always put it back.

It was summer, and the grass was long. I went into my room changing into a pair of booty-shorts, a tight tank top, and a pair of sneakers. I walked past Dean’s room and heard a whistle, I flipped him off. Walking past Sam in the library I heard Sam say.

“What are you doing Y/n?” I turned away, my chest bouncing. “Remember Dean bought me a lawnmower. I’m going to cut the grass.” Sam look confused and then looked down at my body Shaking his head “Yeah, scream if you need help.” Sam said.

I followed my original path. Looking around the garage for the lawnmower, catching its sights in the corner of my eye. I beelined for the equipment, making sure when I pulled it out of its spot I didn’t hit the impala.

“Son of abitch” I screamed, I was having a harder time getting the lawnmower out. “Y/n? Would you like some help?” I heard, when I looked up it was Cass. He must have heard my struggle.

“Yeah, I guess I could use your help. I need to move this out to the yard without hitting Dean's precious car!” I said rolling my eyes. Cass walked over, looking at the lawnmower, the car, and then me.

“Would you please move for me?” He asked. So I backed up until I felt like I wasn’t going to be in his way. What I saw next amazed me, Cass lifted the entire lawnmower above Dean's car and put it down in front of himself. He rolled it out of the garage and on to the garage.

I stood frozen, “How’d you do that? Cass.” I asked that amazement still on my face. “Even with me not being “an angel” anymore, I still have a small amount of grace left to do simple things.” He said looking at me.

He had yet to let his eyes fall over my body. Mine were respectfully looking, cascading over his broad shoulders, bright blue eyes, jeans that sat low on his hips. If he was really made in god's image, he was fucking perfect.

“Y/n, do I have something on my face?” Cass asked taking me out of my deep thoughts. “Umm... I was thinking about maybe asking for your help.” He smiled and hummed “Sure why not?” He said.

I pushed the mower out to the front of the lawn. Waving over Cass to come closer. “Now, Cassy. You have to pull this cord, it’s called a starter cord.” I said reaching for the cord. I pulled it only a few times to show the process. “Now once it starts you have to hold down this lever.”

Cass had always been taller than you, actually, all the boys were taller than you. “Cass why don’t you come behind me and we’ll do it together,” I said. He was more than welcome with coming behind me.

His head looking over my shoulder. I could feel his shallow breathe on my chest. I grasped his hand, putting my hand under his and bending over to grab the cord. I pulled it back forcing Cass's arm to pull back as well. I then placed Cass's other hand on the lever to make sure that when the machine came on it stayed on.

My ass was firm against Cass, but I tell that Cass was trying his hardest to be gentlemen like. It started with a loud roar and I spoke louder in order for Cass to hear the next few steps.

“Now all we do is push it in a straight line. And when we came to the end of the grass we lift the end of the lawnmower.” I looked over my shoulder seeing a confused look on Cass's face.

“By pushing down on the lever,” I said tapping on the top of his hands. I had a few grass clipping on my shoes. I let go of the lever and went under his arms. “I’m going inside for a few drinks, just keep doing what I said.”

I walked inside and went straight for the kitchen. “You didn’t leave scratches on my baby did you?” Dean asked when I was looking around the fridge my ass in the air. “No douchebag, Cass is helping me and helped me!” I said when I looked over my shoulder.

“Nice... Have fun. He said as I walked back outside. When I walked back outside Cass had turned the lawnmower around and was doing a pretty good job with keeping it in a straight line.

When he got closer he let his hand leave the lever. Shutting off the mower and coming over to me. “Thank you for the drink, Y/n.” He jugged almost all of the beer and then handed me the bottle back.

He stepped back a few steps stripping out of his shirt. He throw it over at me, I caught it. “We can both play this game you know,” He said then winked and went back to mowing the lawn.

“Damn,” I said. I wasn't playing a game with him, it was more with Sam and Dean, but what he didn't realize was that I was more than willing to play a dirty game like this with him. For the next hour or so, every time that Cass would turn the lawnmower to face me, he'd wink and bite his lip.

Where he'd learn that from I'll never know. When he was finally done, we walked into the garage he put the lawnmower back in its place. He looked over at me. "You know you look very clean, maybe I should make you sticky and dirty." I giggled and ran inside the bunker.

I ran into the showers. "If you want to see me naked you could just ask me!" He said.

Completed 01/03/2021

#castiel #CASGIRL #humancas #Cassy #CASTIEL GIF #fluff #supernatualfluff #cuttinggrass #domestic #domestic life #cuteness overload #sweaty #workinghard #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural x reader #cas x reader #cas x you

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yyoaticastiel · 3 years

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Feeling normal as hell about human cas while listening to this, obviously

#castiel #spn #destiel #humancas #deancas #Spotify

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nougat-nerd · 4 years

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Whatever you do just don’t imagine what would happen if Cas actually stayed at the bunker when he was human. And don’t imagine Cas and Dean spending time together that Cas cares about so much and somehow they start talking about music. And Cas mentions he thought that 50′s music was the best. And Dean laughs because Zeppelin. But the next morning Cas wakes up to the smell of coffee and bacon, and maybe even PB&J’s because Cas mentioned he loves them so much and Dean is in the kitchen singing ‘My special Angel’ by Jimmy Duncan because Cas is his special angel.

just doN’T IMAGINE IT!

#deanwnchester #castiel #destiel #humancas #bunker #supernatural #thank you supernatural #supernatural family

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muldersmindpalace · 3 years

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Just a cute little oneshot about Castiel being human.

#castiel #humancas #supernatural

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strengthcas · 5 years

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humancas replied to your photo “Selfies because I feel like I've been gone from Tumblr for so long,...”

Gorgeous!!! ��

Only for you ;) heh

#humancas #replies #i love you #lol

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spn-rivd-twd · 6 years

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Sam and HumanCastiel

I know a lot of people like to throw shade on Dean for kicking out Castiel when eh was human, (Even though he had a good reason too- but I do agree he should have given the poor guy money or something!!) But I can't recall Sam caring about Castiel either. Didn't check up on him or call to see if he was ok. I mean, Sam and Castiel are friends too. Or are they not? Sam didn't know the reason why Dean had to kick Castiel out... I need to know what was Sam's reaction to Castiel's sudden absence. Or did he not care?

#anti sam winchester #humancas #if someone knows #send me the episode #thank you

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 6 years

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Perfect (Ed Sheeran-Beyonce)- A Dean and Cas Story: PART TWO

I advise you to go read part one first; it will make more sense then. Anyways, bye my lovelies, have a good time with this. I did too, writing it.

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“Is this it?” Castiel asked, after the song had finished and begun to play once more, and Dean and he had been doing the same step all through, taking a step forward, then following with the other and then doing the same thing to the back, and then to the left, and then to the right.

“No, there’s a lot more.” Dean grinned, almost wolfishly. He unexpectedly moved away from Castiel, tapped his foot thrice, and returned to their original position with his hand around a surprised Castiel. “That’s one. Then there’s this,” he proceeded to demonstrate another step, before again returning to Castiel. “There’s more too.” He winked once, before suddenly dipping Castiel to the back, fastening both his hands like a belt behind Castiel. Castiel returned to his original position, his expression bewildered, and a bit scared. “That’s one of my favorite.”

“Dean!” Castiel reprimanded, the single word containing indignation, annoyance and shock, but his face showing exhilaration. Dean still had his hands around Castiel’s waist; he hadn’t let go and it wasn’t as if Castiel minded. Rather, he leaned into it slightly.

“What?” Dean defended, chuckling playfully. “I thought it was fun!”

“I’ll show you how fun it was.” Castiel growled back, teasingly, and wrapped his hands around Dean, preparing to dip him backwards. He positioned himself properly and leaned towards him to urge him to Keane backwards, but before they knew it, they were faltering and Castiel had almost stumbled. Dean had gripped onto a table right in time to prevent them from falling as a heap onto the ground.

Castiel breathed deeply, his face flushed red, embarrassed to say the least.

Dean was the one to pull Castiel back into the grip, the shorter man hesitant but not putting up a fight, and wrapping his arms around Castiel, he spoke gently, “Hey, hey, man, it’s fine, it happens.”

But it was not fine. Castiel’s face was sullen, his eyes cast downwards. It was not okay. Castiel, the angel of Thursday, who’d fought battles for heaven at a time, had become so weak. So inept. So useless. He was the one who’d raised Dean from perdition. And now, he couldn’t even do a simple dance move. He was human, mortal, he hurt, he couldn’t heal, he’d lost his wings, he’d been banished from heaven, and now he was also inept. Weak. Useless-

“Cas, hey, listen to me.” It was almost as if Dean had heard what Castiel was thinking, like what used to happen the other way around before. He held Castiel closer, the latter’s head now rest on Dean’s shoulder, as if in a really tight hug. “It’s not like you think, okay? You’re not weak, it’s not your problem. I’m heavy, I am, I ate a couple of large pies for lunch. Nobody would be able to dip me right now.” He mumbled, not noticing when his hand had begun to card through Castiel’s hair. “Although you will. I know you will, after you’ve regotten your grace, you can dip me to your heart’s will, I swear, just lemme do it for now.”

Castiel looked up, and Dean’s words had done their magic. He looked at Dean with wide blue eyes, blinking, his eyes peering into Dean’s maple-green eyes. Eyes so beautiful, that he never wished to look away. He could see his own reflection in the black pupils of his eyes, but more importantly, he could see his future. At that moment, he didn’t care about being a human or angel, as long as he was with Dean. The rest of the world didn’t matter. “Dean…”

Darling, just hold my hand,

I’ll be your love, you’ll be my man,

I see my future in your eyes.

“Just lemme be the man for this dance, you can dip me some other time, after you’ve acquired your grace back, and I know it’s gonna happen, you’re gonna return to heaven and you’re gonna have your wings and you’re gonna be an angel again, and…” Dean’s voice trailed off, suddenly turning red, at having been caught in his endearing babbling act, since Castiel stared at him with his big eyes. ‘Fuck,’ Dean said inwardly to himself, knowing for certain that Castiel was perhaps icked by Dean now, he’d come on too strong, completely lost himself in the moment and forgotten that he was…not supposed to…he pulled back abruptly, the walls building up again, and his eyes darting all around the room. “I just meant…”

“Heaven,” Castiel spoke, unthinkingly. He was yet to realise that Dean was fidgeting uncomfortably. “You’re all that I want. You’re all that I need. We’re in heaven.” Castiel raised a hand towards Dean. “We’re in heaven.” His sudden insecurities had vanished at the same rate at which they’d returned. It was miraculous, but then, Dean was miraculous, and around him, miracles like this…just happened.

Dean stumbled a step backwards. His eyes were still unfocused, and there was a weird tremor in his voice. “Bryan Adams.” Castiel had just quoted 'Heaven’ by Bryan Adams, unintentionally or not, Dean had no idea. But still, for Dean, for a person like him, it was difficult to imagine that Cas, an angel, a man so amazing, so good, so brave, could love him as immensely as that. The reality of everything drew at him, and mostly the fact that Castiel couldn’t possibly be in as much love with Dean as he was. “You just quoted Heaven, by Bryan Adams.” He cleared his throat. He turned on his heel, anxious to turn his strawberry-red face away from Castiel, lest he lose control and begin to talk about…feelings and..love…what he felt, it was too difficult. “I might have the record here somewhere.” He begun to fiddle with the

Castiel realised suddenly what had happened. He smiled a small smile, having seen examples of this before. Hadn’t they - what, about fifteen minutes ago? - decided that they wouldn’t pull away this time? But Castiel knew how Dean felt, that was the best thing about their bond, what made it so amazing and profound was that they knew each other so well, understood each other so well, and knew exactly how to handle the other. He cleared his throat, and smiled a small endearing smile at Dean’s turned back. “Heaven is a place on Earth with you.” He spoke. He noticed Dean’s muscles tense, and his hand wander aimlessly at the racks, and he pleasantly - yes, with a smile on his face - imagined how beautifully Dean must be blushing at the moment. “Lana Del Ray. Videogames.” He added, almost playfully, as Dean’s hands begun to move with a purpose again.

“Uh-uh, I’ll search for it too.” Dean muttered.

Castiel drew in a breath, knowing that his plan had worked, because he could feel, somehow, feel that Dean wasn’t angry…just, pulling away for it was a part of Dean’s character. He decided to continue with the plan until Dean responded. “Search for these too.” He began listing songs. “'I’m yours’. By The Script. And 'God gave me you’. 'By your side’. 'Make you feel my love’. 'Perfect’. And…”

Somewhere in between Castiel listing off songs like a pro (He had learnt from the best)-(Metatron installed all that in his brain) something in Dean had clicked. The walls which had come up had gone down. It was too quick, too miraculous for Dean, because his bad moods usually stayed for a couple of days but he guessed things were just different around Castiel. They’d always been. And suddenly, he didn’t care what people would think, or that it was 'Cas’ and he was 'Dean’…he only cared that it was Cas in front of him…and that he, Dean, had been in love with him since forever. He was not gonna lose it. He was not gonna let himself lose it due to his stupidity.

As a natural smile came on his lips, he spoke softly, “That is enough.” He turned to face Castiel, and was slightly surprised seeing the self-assured smile on Castiel’s face, but also pleased. His own fears, worries, and tensions flooded away, as Castiel smiled broader, and once again, raised a hand invitingly. Dean, done with setting up a bunch of songs in order, smoothly slipped into Castiel’s grip. Familiar, and warm, and comfortable, and home. “I added one of my favorites at the top.” He whispered, positioning his own arm around Castiel, his hand moving unpurposefully over and about Castiel’s smooth tuxedo, and ended up leaving it somewhere near the middle, where, Dean had in his imagination, imagined his wings.

“You pulled back from me there. What did I do wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, unnecessarily, as music began to play, and Dean began to take the lead again, and sway the both of them, lazily, from side to side with the beat.

Dean looked tentatively at Castiel, and relaxed seeing that Castiel wasn’t offended, he was just curious. He blinked, his eyes fixed on the pools of blue which were Castiel’s eyes. In the dimly lit Bunker room, his eyes seemed to change colour as the light fell on them in awkward angles. But even though they changed color, they were always just darker or softer shades of blue. Blue. Dean’s favorite color. Blue. Ridiculously blue, as Dean had declared after their first meeting with the angel.

“Nothing. And that irked me.” Dean replied, sincerely, looking back away from Castiel’s eyes, and easing into the grip even more.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Barefoot on the grass,

Listening to your favorite songs.

Bruno Mars began playing, as the two danced in what was mostly silence, with the occasional sing-along by Dean, and unnecessary but intimate question from Castiel about if he was doing it rightly. Dean had always loved the song, well, it would be appropriate to say he’d loved the song since it was launched because it was pretty new. But he still loved it, despite his frowning-down on most new songs by most new artists as having weird videos and meaningless lyrics. But lyrics…that was the best part about this song.

“'Cause you’re amazing, just the Way you are.” Dean sang aloud, in his gravelly deep voice, directing it fully to Castiel.

Perhaps Castiel blushed, or perhaps Dean imagined it.

“And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a minute.” Dean put his heart into it, matching the beat and pitch perfectly. “'Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

“Dean, I’m not amazing.” Castiel confessed, his voice hesitant, shaking his head, knowing Dean’s response, but feeling the need to state the fact. He may have believed that he loved Dean, given in to his passion for him, for his intense love for him, but he couldn’t accept that he, a fallen angel, was amazing. “I’m barely okay, most of the time.”

“Okay, I’m gonna tell you this one more time, and I’m gonna say this properly this time.” Dean sighed, and pulled Castiel in closer, until his head rested against his chest in the most intimate hug ever. “You’re amazing. Yeah, you are great. You make a great human, no doubt, and although you got a few basic concepts of humanhood messed up, you’ve got more humanity than most. And you also make an amazing angel, and there’s no doubts to it. I mean, you’re strong, and brave, and people look up to you with respect, and hope, and admiration. You’re a leader of angels, and you’ve never done a single thing with the wrong motives. Never. Don’t bother to correct me, because I know I’m not wrong,” Dean hadn’t realised he’d begun to blabber, as he did when he wasn’t thinking, just speaking whatever came on his lips. It was one of the best parts of him, to Castiel. The former angel closed his eyes, listening to Dean, and letting the words wash over him.

He may have been repeating himself, but Lord, he meant it. He meant it with every cell in his body. He 'loved’ him, of course he meant it. “And Cas, you’re so, you’re a powerful angel,” Castiel listened, and listened. “And you’re forgiving, and so kind, and you’ve got such a good heart. You are willing to sacrifice yourself for the greater good. You’re selfless, and you always place everything over yourself. And you are good, Cas, you’re so good. You’re a hero, and you’re still so humble, modest. And you’re also fucking gorgeous, so gorgeous that it’s hard for the rest of us,” Dean was literally blabbering now. “I mean, you’re so amazing, that you show up for a date in that amazing tuxedo, all cleaned up and hell, and you look so great, and here I am in a stupid shirt and a trucker. And you look so amazing, you are so amazing, and then there’s me, looking like the mess my life is and then you smile, and I wanna-”

“Enough, Dean.” Castiel looked up, a strange, angelic grace radiating from his eyes when he spoke which bewitched Dean. His voice was Stern, and it wasn’t clear when the change had occurred, but suddenly it was Castiel holding Dean and not the other way round. “You’re not a mess. You look…” His voice trailed away. “The best you’ve ever and always looked in that outfit, and I love that you 'showed up’ in it. It’s more you than any enchanted tux, and you’re in your element, and so beautiful when you’re in it. And you never seem to understand it, but…” His voice died away again, as if failing to articulate what he wanted to tell Dean.

Dean blinked, looking at Castiel earnestly.

It was weird, how swiftly the roles had changed. That was perhaps going to be true the whole life, although neither of them at the moment could’ve guessed it. Their whole life, Dean was going to hold Cas when he needed him to, and then Castiel would talk away Dean’s insecurities and hug his fears away. And it was perfect. Just as if, it was meant to be. And it was.

“You look just as good tonight as you look every night,” Castiel tried, again. “You look perfect.” He finally breathed out, satisfied at having found the correct vocabulary to express himself. Dean loved it when Castiel breathed out a sentence like that, when it was meant completely and only for Dean, and the feeling had always exhilarated him. He was still looking at Castiel, dumbfounded, and Castiel at Dean, smiling.

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath,

But you heard it,

Darling, you look PERFECT tonight.

Then suddenly, Dean’s arms moved away from around Castiel, and cupped around his face. A fraction of a second later, Castiel hands had moved up, and were around Dean’s neck. Who closed the gap, could not be calculated, but it looked like it was the both of them. Castiel, raising his head, and straining his neck to make it easier for Dean to kiss the shorter man; Dean, bending low and crashing his lips against the other, their lips meeting with force, and passion, which slowly melted as did everything around them. Abandoning their hesitation to 'take it slow’ and giving in to what their hearts wanted since the moment they’d walked into the room, hell, since they’d walked into each other’s lives, and before they knew it, they were kissing. Like they meant it.

“I love you.”

It couldn’t have been clear who said it. Words tended to get mixed up, when they were spoken in kisses into the other’s mouths, and drowned in the emotions which raged through the both of them. Their hands had moved about each other, almost hungrily, in the start, but now they were almost fixed around the other’s head, in a won’t-pull-away notion respectively. Both of them had their eyes closed, and lips moved in perfect synchrony, as they refused to let go. Stubbornly refuse to let go of the other. They wanted each other, they needed each other, and they loved each other. And finally, they had each other. They would never leave each other.

“I love you too.”

And 'Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran begun to play, as they muttered heated promises against each other’s skin, about how they would never let go, and they never did let go. Not completely. It was 'it’. For eternity. For ever. Forever.

I found a love,

For me,

Darling just dive right in, follow my lead.

I found a love,

Beautiful and sweet,

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

For we were just kids when we fell in love,

Not knowing what it was,

I will not give you up this time.

Darling, just hold my hand,

I’ll be your love, you’ll be my man,

I see my future in your eyes.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Barefoot on the grass,

Listening to our favorite songs.

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath,

But you heard it,

Darling, you look PERFECT tonight.

PERFECT.

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casquecest · 6 years

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For the describe yourself ask game, I'd say you're smart and adventurous with a great sense of humor

#humancas #meme #This is me

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bisexual-disaster-help · 3 years

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Ok i do not yet see destiel trending. i hope as the day goes on and when chad lindburg starts tweeting it will.

#destielwedding #Destiel #deanwinchester #deancas #deancaswedding #castiel #CAS #humancas #supernatural #super mega gay hell #SPN #spnfam #spn season 16 #chad lindberg

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years

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Castiel: Walking Lust

*Best GIF of Cass I have ever seen*

Paring: Human!Castiel X Angel!Reader

Pov: Reader’s

Rating: Adult Mature

Warnings: Adorable Cas, Reader falling in love

Summary: The Reader and Castiel have been friends since the start of time. Since both of them were angels they spent a lot of time together, but angels don't have feelings for each other? Do they? After Castiel is turned into a human, the reader gets to for the first time see Castiel’s face seeing not his soul but features instead.

Word Count: 1,209

We’d have been friends for since... well since forever ago. Earth, when it was being made Cass and I were a little child. He was already daddy’s little boy, and to be honest I was daddy's little girl. We were the best of his children, that was until he sent Cass and me down to Earth. Cass and I acted as if we were siblings but we were far from, having been “Made up” in Fathers whatever image. For the billions of years that the two of us wanted, asked, and pleaded with Father for a case. He finally gave us one.

And when I say one I mean like a case, I mean like the hardest case that there was to give at the time. Which just so happened to be The Winchester’s, but more specifically the Winchester boys. Dean and Sam Winchester the brothers that somehow made the end of the world come and so much more other stuff I’m not really supposed to tell you.

After four hellish years, Cass turned laventihean, Cass thinking he was god, Michael/Adam killing him, Cass being incredibly dull. An issue happened, a very big issue happened. Something I didn’t know could possibly happen. Cass was drained of his angel grace and turned human, I could have saved him, but he said “No, you stay angel, we need comms inside.” I just had to go with what he said has the grace that was inside him, his wings fading, his true body coming into my view.

If you ever thought Cass’s soul was bright those sky blue eyes, and white teethed smile was so much brighter. The brown short spiked hair, oh Father, I should have probably stop when I could. But because neither Winchester’s would know how to take care of Cass, I did which only put me in a worse spot than before.

When Cass left the bunker I kept a close eye on him. Making sure he was safe and kept the Winchester’s and me in mind. Okay so after I saw his true maybe I talked to the older Winchester about ‘Kicking’ Cass out, I guess it happened when I went out to follow an order form Father I was very much a spy. I was only still at the bunker because the Winchester's were looking for angel grace to give back to Cass.

Then all a sudden Cass was back, he was standing in front of me again. The bright glow of his soul no longer what I was staring at. The entire person in front of me was so handsome. And yes I know I’m an angel and I shouldn’t be interested in anyone.

His blue eyes were as bright as the sky on the brightest day too. He’d smile and the wrinkles on his face squished around his eyes but still, the bright blue was so amazing and was pulling me closer and faster every time I saw him.

His white teeth the color of what heaven looked like was even more enticing. He’d smile when he learned something new or was talking about his bees and how so important they were to the evolution to the earth. I also agreed in, but I wasn’t as in love with the bees as Cass was.

Father, Give me the blessing of having self-control.

At least maybe I can have some self-control with Cass oh wait no I can’t, His brown spiked hair, just enough for me to drag my hands through his hair and pull it pulling his face closer to my body. My nails dragging down his back I can still feel the presence of his wings, their energy driving his passion. My grace spilling out of my pores, gracing Cass's body. His grunts of passion, moans of love. His pet names “Honey, Sweetie, Sugar” Somehow always making everything melt inside of me. My lewd and curious mind spitting out bad but wonderful things. I had Cass under my control, he was mine and mine alone.

Waking up was the worst feeling ever. “That was all just a dream?” I asked out loud. I was more asking the question out loud to make it real, but I didn’t expect what happened next, which was the answer. The answer that came from the voice of Cass, ‘Shit’ was all I could think of.

“The answer to your question is, Probably,” Cass said walking into the room that the Winchester boys had given me. “What did you hear?” I asked him. “To be honest, I think it was moaning, and groaning like you were having a nightmare that’s why I came by your room to see if you were okay, Y/n. Are you okay?” Cass said. As he came closer to where I was sitting.

I rubbed my legs together feelings of being suddenly aroused come through my legs and up my waist to my heart. Okay, the dream was nice and everything but what in the holy name of my father, just happened? “You know this is the first time I have ever seen your face, Y/n!” “Same, for me Cass,” I answered quickly.

“There are many features on your beautiful face that I am attracted to,” Cass said, I had forgotten how straight forward Cass really was, I had always thought was because of his angelic side, but maybe it was just Cass. “You see Y/n, you look at me like how do I say it, like how Dean looks at well his car, any type of women, and food.” I turned my head to the side and had a questioning look on my face telling him I needed more information. “Okay how about how Father looks at his people of the earth, almost like he’s madly in love with them. Are you madly in love with me, Y/n?”

What is going on, He’d only been human for a few months, well if we are being exact it been 6 months 23 days so it been some time, sometimes for him to notice that I stare at him more often, and the stares are so much longer. We have been here together for centuries, for eons. Why now does he notice? Was his angelic side holding him back from being able to express his true feelings?

“You’re overthinking, Y/n,” Cass said breaking my train of thought, jeez those lips look really close and look so damn enticing. Oh Father he is really close like our knees are touching his breath fanning me, sending me into a frenzy. I’m moving all by myself, What are you doing Y/n? Stop moving closer.

What happens if Cass doesn’t want this?

“Come over here, and let's stop wasting the time we could have been using. I’m tired of going by the rules. I may not understand love, but we have been together for eons. Y/n I love you, and I want you to be mine for the rest of time.” I pulled the covers from over my body, and jumped into the lap of Cass, his warm hands grabbing my hips and grinding me against him. “I have learned a few things since being human, mostly from Dean. Has Dean says “Rock her world!” and then he winks.”

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