Comfort | Cas
Summary: You've been suffering from nightmares recently, and call upon a certain angel for comfort.
Sorry it's a little short compared to what I've written before! Hope it's still okay! Based on this request here, thank you!
Word count: 722
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You thought that nightmares were a thing of your past, or even what your day-to-day life is now.
Obviously, you wouldn't be living a somewhat normal life without them, of course, but it doesn't mean they absolutely frighten you half to death. You awaken, your heart feels like it is about to pound right through your chest. The dream itself felt so real, your eyes dart around to ensure that you're completely safe. You sigh in relief, forcing your eyes shut, and your hands covering them. "Please, God, just one night of sleep. That's all I ask." You moan, rubbing your eyes and then your face. "I beg. Just one night." You try to make yourself comfy again when there's a very quick whooshing sound coming from the front of your bedroom door. "Hi."
You jump, rapidly pulling your gun from under your pillow, and pointing it toward a man in a trenchcoat. "Jesus, Cas," You startle, lowering your gun. "You terrified me." You say, sitting up in bed. "Sorry, Y/N. I heard your prayer. You're struggling to sleep?" He says, cocking his head to the side. His eyes wide and full of sparkle. The feeling of comfort has suddenly taken over you once Cas' presence had been known. He's always managed to make you feel safe and protected, even when he's not around. You have always had a deeper connection to Cas compared to the Winchesters, but that didn't mean you loved them any less. It's just that your feelings towards Castiel are different... and they didn't need to know that.
Cas takes his coat off and hangs it on your door handle. His shoes as well. He pads over to the edge of your bed and faces you. "Yeah, the past few weeks have been difficult and I don't know why. I genuinely don't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep," You say, and his eyes lower to the sheets, then to you. "I want to try something." He says, looking up at you. His gorgeous blue eyes complimenting his features in the dim light of your bedroom makes your heart flutter. "Y-yeah, of course, what is it?" You ask, keeping your voice lowered. If either of the brothers heard that you've got Cas in your bedroom right now, neither of you would be able to live it down.
"I um," He starts hesitantly. "Is it okay with you?"
"Yeah, it is." You say, unsure of what his next moves are. He gently gets onto the other side of your bed, he leans back, one leg over the other. He places his arm under you, and gently moves you to lay with him. Your brain has all sorts of thoughts and questions right now, but it's best to leave it. "Do you... like this?" He asks, sounding unsure within himself. You grin. "Yeah. It's comforting."
"I've watched enough movies to know that this is what people in relationships do." He says, you look up at him and his eyes are shut. He looks content, and then he opens his eyes and moves his gaze onto you. Feeling nervous, you cuddle yourself closer to him, avoiding eye contact. Something like this happening definitely didn't cross your mind for what his plan was.
Your whole body relaxes at his touch. He slowly, but gently, moves his hand down to stroke your back. He keeps his gaze on you, a simper that never seems to fade. His tender demeanour puts your mind at ease as you place a hand on his chest. "You're so warm," You mumble, inching closer. "That's a good thing, right?" He says, and you nod "Mhm."
You calmly place your hand against his cheek, stroking his face. This time you make eye contact with him, and all he can do is stare at you lovingly. He's clearly enjoying this time spent with you, as it's not very often (if at all) that this happens. You reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek, moving your hand back down to his chest. He turns over to face you, pulling you in so your head is underneath his chin, breathing in his faint smell of cologne. He cautiously rubs the bottom of your back as you both drift off into a deep sleep together.
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I can’t believe I have to put this I apologize my fellow Megstiel shippers for yelling
ANTI DESTIEL SHIP IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH ME DO NOT LEAVE I COMMET IF YOU LEAVE NEGATIVE OR HATE HATE IT WILL GET DELETED OR LET MY FELLOW MEGSTIEL SHIPPERS SEE WHAT YOU PUT
Becaus some Megstiel hater put a hate comment and then tags clearly and literally say pro Megstiel ant deastiel tags some times people go out of their way look up things they don’t agree on or like purpose just so they can hate and be mean and put hate on what you agree or like me mean comments so I apologize for this The very best supernatural ship ever no ship can compare
best ship ever in the show from hate to love he loves her so much I bet off camera Cass held her crying his eyes out and apologizing for not being there for her and beating up Dean for leaving her. Cass probably has her jacket hidden somewhere in his room
Look a the look of ya what ever on deans face as Sam is drinks for his megstiel # fan mug.
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Dean's reaction to Castiel's outpouring of love was so underwhelming and for what? They could've written the scene in so many different ways and it would've been better. Yes, Dean is a very emotionally repressed person, but you can't tell me he didn't love Cas, cmon. I'm just sad the writers/Jensen were unsupportive of Destiel.
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