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Bring Me To Life

castiel x fem!reader

1.9k | fluff, szn four cas

summary: who would’ve thought your perfect match would be an angel. though, two unusual people always gravitate towards each other is how dean would describe you and cas.

angels. they were real. sam and dean were still getting used to the fact that heavenly beings were real. unlike you, who seemed to get strangely attached to a certain angel and pretty quick too.

the winchester brothers had known you for a good four years. yet the person you are around the angel castiel is something they haven’t seen before.

from the moment you met sam and dean, they knew you were shy. a hunter who stayed to knowledge and the books instead of fighting in the field, you were always a very reserved person. at the start, you barely talked to sam, only talking to dean when he addressed you first; and yet, years later, you three were now like pea’s in a pod.

well, kinda.

as time went on, you started to view sam and dean as family. you viewed the two as your older brothers, and vice versa. the three of you got along very well, but that didn’t stop them from noticing how there were somethings you kept to yourself and didn’t share with a lot of people.

everyone has their own quirks. dean and his obsession with the wild west, sam and his true crime podcast’s. you, on the other hand, just had your own plethora of quirks. . . and a lot of them.

you were your own person, sam and dean never questioned that. it was sometimes just hard to communicate with you. being very shy, you usually became awkward when someone asked you about your interests. it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy talking about them. the fact was that you felt as though you got too carried away, and you believed that people either didn’t care that much or would just get way too weirded out.

sam had told you many times that him and his brother weren’t judgy people, and that you could talk to them about anything. dean even comforted you in the fact that he’s basically seen all the people of america, so you couldn’t be that bad.

still, you kept to yourself, hidden behind your books and the reading glasses that were always perched on your nose. that was until castiel came along. dean had just returned from hell, and he was trying to figure out what possibly could’ve dragged him out of the fiery pits. you all learned it was a man named castiel, and when dean said him and bobby were going to go set a trap for him, you couldn’t help but join.

you were entranced by him at first, no weapon — not even the demon blade, could knock him down. when he proclaimed that he was an angel of the lord, you almost dislocated your jaw.

a real life angel, you couldn’t believe it. you spent most of your time helping sam and dean decipher what angels truly were, while also helping with lilith and the seals to unleash lucifer. around this time, that was when cas started hanging around more.

he too wanted to keep lucifer tucked away nicely in whatever depth of hell they left him in. so with that, dean and sam tasked him to stay with you and help in whatever way possible.

it was awkward at first. he was an angel for crying out loud, you wouldn’t know what to say even if he was a normal guy. castiel was just shifty all around. he was new to this world, only being down from heaven a handful of times meant he didn’t really understand the logistics of earth and humans. that was how the two of you started your bond.

cas was just curious all around, and with his mountain loads of questions, you couldn’t help but break down your walls a little and help the poor guy understand. anything he was curious about, he’d ask. why dean didn’t like when he got really close to him. what did dean’s joke’s mean and why didn’t he understand them at first. honestly, most of his questions were about dean, but that was just because the hunter was unique in his own.

sometime around the month mark, castiel’s company started to become somewhat of a comfort to you. slowly but surely, you started to break free from your shell and express who you were behind closed doors. there were no halts in your speech or quick thinking before you said anything too weird. castiel didn’t seem to mind, and it was almost as though he was just as similar to you then anyone could’ve thought of.

when sam and dean came back to their motel room after a hunt, the expected to walk in and see you hunched over a table with your nose in a book. though they were greatly surprised when they saw you and castiel, angel of the lord, sitting across from each other on one of the beds. you were teaching the angel how to play rock, paper, scissors, and dean swore he never saw that look in your eyes before.

oh the look of love. you swore to yourself that after your last heartbreak you’d swear off any man who tried to get close to you. but this was castiel, and technically, he was an angel. so in all truth he wasn’t fully human.

as your time spent alone with cas doubled, your feelings for him grew stronger. which led to the night you leaped from your seat at the motel table and pressed your lips to his.

castiel was shocked at first. he was getting used to this whole human emotion thing, and he didn’t know how to react. he liked you as well, very much indeed. the angel just didn’t know what any of it meant. so with a wide eyed stare and a passive look passive over his face, castiel disappeared with a flap of his wings and a solemn look on your face to follow it up.

dean nearly crapped himself as the angel appeared behind him, spewing nonsense about a kiss and how he felt a slew of weird tingly feelings in his abdomen and how he wanted to know how to fix it.

castiel stared in confusion as dean laughed, clapping his hand on the angels back and informing him that you had a crush. dean made sure to tell cas that if a girl kisses you, there’s a very high likelihood she likes you as well. he also made sure to tell the celestial being that leaving her afterwards without a word was not the best idea.

in a fury of flapped wings and spurred thanks, castiel was back in the motel room and looking at your slumped figure. there were tears in your eyes, the rejection still seeping into your bones. though, you were greatly surprised when cas appeared behind you and tightly gripped your face, kissing you back so passionately you felt your knees buckle.

afterwards he made sure to wipe your tears, apologizing profoundly and making sure there was not another sad bone in your body. the rest of the night was spent in relaxation, cas sitting with his back against the headboard, you resting with your head in his lap. his fingers were making their way through your hair, listening intently as you raved on about whatever came to your mind.

now that you two were openly together, sam and dean were trying their best to become accustomed to castiel’s openly affectionate behaviour.

the man couldn’t be more than two feet away from you. always by your side with a hand on you at all times. whether it be holding your hand or delicately resting on your shoulder. fingers connecting the birth marks on your arm or delicately rubbing your back, castiel’s presence was now intwined with yours.

the two winchester men also noticed how protective he was of you. already shy as it is, cas made sure that at any moment you were comfortable with your surroundings. dean still remembers the time the angel threw a deadly punch at a guy in the middle of a bar. the guy’s harassment towards you was constant, and dean was going to alert sam so they could deal with it themselves if it wasn’t for castiel appearing out of thin air and stalking through the crowd.

he was always shooting deadly looks to people who berated or ridiculed you. one time even threatening a witness with a very deadly smiting if she didn’t stop poking fun at your subtle anxious stutter. cas was basically your saving grace, and you felt that with him around, he brought you back to life. metaphorically and well, sometimes literally.

there have been countless occasions where the angel heals both the winchesters when it comes to gnarly or life threatening injuries. though when it comes to you, cas has a tendency to get either more stressed or more vengeful.

the case three months back in minnesota was when he got so stressed dean almost swerved off the road from all his demands. a nasty scratch from a wendigo left you bleeding out and almost limp in the angels arms. while sam and dean sat up front and tried to get you to a hospital as fast as possible, cas was in the backseat, your head in his lap, trying not to have a nuclear level panic attack.

“darling, oh god you’re gonna be okay. i’m healing you as best as i can my love i swear.” the soft whimpers leaving your lips wasn’t helping his stress, and a couple of tears even slipped down his cheek as you groaned in pain and kept mumbling about how much your body ached.

you ended up recovering well, only spending a day or so in the hospital and going on your merry way. though castiel didn’t leave your side for the next month, and you had to explain to him what boundaries were when he tried to follow you to the bathroom.

“cas, nobody is gonna hurt me on the toilet.”

“dean told me stuff can jump out of the toilet bowl! and what if someone breaks in through the window? i don’t know how fast i can knock down the door, angel.”

angel. that’s what you were to him. an angel was a pure soul created by God himself, and castiel believed that you were the best out of all his father’s creations. the most beautiful in the world.

that’s why, on a case in delaware, cas found himself beating a demon half to death after it had the audacity to fling you against the room. the brute force had you falling through a table, a pained gasp leaving your lips just as castiel saw red. sam and dean just stood by your side, watching as what they thought was a righteous angel from heaven beat the living hell out of a demon.

the pun wrote itself, and dean found himself chuckling to himself as the forceful blows of castiel’s fists broke through the air.

“how dare you hurt her, you abomination! how dare you even look at her? i’m going to make you wish you never left the rotted depths of hell you probably crawled out of.” his next words were mumbled, but the brothers then realized how tight yours and castiel’s bond was.

he just finished pummelling some demon to death for you, looking the most terrifying sam and dean have ever seen. yet, after he was done, he rushed over to you and held your face so delicately, dean swore that the angel believed you were going to break.

castiel really had brought you to life, and sam and dean were glad that you two found each other.

#aw i love this characterization of cas!!!#supernatural #imagine #castiel x reader #reids fav fics

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