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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 days ago

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The Touch Of An Angel - Castiel X GN Reader

Title: The Touch Of An Angel

Castiel X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Sam and Dean

WC: 2,224

Warnings: Reader is upset, bad day, cursing, banter, teasing, oblivious Castiel, nicknames, comfort, crying, confession, italics, mini angst, and fluff

The bunker’s heavy door groaned open, and you stormed in, fists clenched and a scowl plastered on your face. Sam and Dean exchanged a wary glance, wisely stepping aside as you plowed through. Today was one of those days where every little thing felt like sandpaper grating against your nerves, and by the time you had returned to the bunker with Sam and Dean, you were already a little more than halfway to snapping, exploding, imploding, and everything in between.

You couldn’t put your finger on a single reason for feeling this way. There were just small little things - small little frustrations - that had been slowly piling up; turning the entire day into a drawn-out test of patience and sound of mind, that, in the end, you failed.

And, honestly, you didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone. Once you had felt better, you’d make sure to apologize to the boys for snapping at them, but for now, you just needed some time alone and some space.

Sam and Dean watched as you huffed all the way to your room, the aura of seething tension following behind you, thankfully leaving them; your bedroom door was then heard slamming shut. Both Dean and Sam let out deep breaths, their shoulders dropping in relief.

"Why is Y/N upset?"

"Jesus!" Dean jumped at the unexpected appearance of Castiel, who stared down at the hallway, a confused little frown on his face.

"Cas, you have to stop doing that," Sam breathed out, a hand over his heart.

Dean nodded, "You're gonna give one of us a damn heart attack."

Castiel paused only for a moment, taking in the brothers' warnings with that signature head tilt and furrowed brow.

"They just had a long day, Cas," Sam sighed, shaking his head as he sat his gun down on a nearby table, "They might not be in the best mood for company."

"Yeah," Dean added, "Maybe just give ‘em some space, huh? For your sake. And ours." He muttered that last part out.

But, Castiel's gaze drifted back down the hallway to your room, where the silence hung thick in the air. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, his presence was precisely what you needed right now. With a determined set to his jaw, he turned and strode down the hall.

Dean threw his hands up in resignation, "Fine, go on then. Just don't say we didn't warn you."

Sam exchanged a look with his older brother, "Think he's got a chance of making it out of there without getting his head bitten off?"

Dean huffed, his hands on his hips, "Nah." Dean shook his head as Castiel disappeared down the hallway, muttering to Sam, “Well, good luck to him. I’m hittin’ the shower. Order us a pizza or somethin’, will ya, Sammy?” Sam just chuckled, pulling out his phone as Dean headed off.

Without hesitation - and without remembering to knock - Castiel opened the door and stepped inside. He paused when he saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, freshly showered and in your pajamas, shoulders slumped, head buried in your hands.

Castiel’s expression softened as he looked at you, his instinct telling him that words wouldn’t be helpful right now. Moving cautiously, he lowered himself onto the bed beside you, leaving a comfortable amount of space between you two. He didn’t speak, didn’t even make a sound, just sat there quietly.

After a moment, you peeked out from behind your hands, just enough to glance at him, and though you didn’t say a word, the tiniest hint of relief flickered in your eyes.

Silently, he opened his arms out to you. The gesture was simple, unassuming, but it was so very him. Castiel didn’t push, didn’t demand anything from you. He was just there.

You let out a breath as the weight of the day began to catch up with you. The whole day, nothing but thing after thing that pushed down on your shoulders and weighed heavily on your mind and soul. You were tired…

Without overthinking, or even thinking at all, you leaned into him, and immediately you felt at peace. Your arms circled around his waist, fingers squeezing the fabric of his trench coat. It was soft against your cheek, smelling faintly of rain and something else that was just so Castiel; you took in a deep breath. His arms wrapped around you, firm yet gentle; you almost felt like you were going to cry.

Castiel’s hand moved slowly, tentatively, brushing along your back in soothing circles as if he was still unsure whether such a human comfort was helping - but it was. You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him, to try and explain, but he beat you to it.

“You don’t have to speak,” He murmured, his deep voice low and comforting, rumbling through his chest, “But you are not alone.”

The simplicity of his words made your chest tighten, a lump forming in your throat. You nodded against him, letting a few tears escape - tears you’d been holding back for too long.

Castiel didn’t flinch, didn’t rush you, just held you as long as you needed. His presence said all the things words couldn’t: I see you. I’m here. And you are safe.

Your arms tightened around him, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his trench coat. The tears that had been freely flowing moments ago now began to slow, leaving only little sniffles. You let out a deep exhale.

Castiel held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And then, just as you started to pull yourself back together, he continued to surprise you. His hand, that had been soothingly running circles on your back, lifted to run gently through your hair. You leaned into the touch, rubbing your cheek against the coat, and his chest.

But, it was his next action that stole your breath. Without a word, Castiel leaned down and pressed his lips softly against the top of your head. The gesture was light, fleeting, but again, there. He lingered there for just a moment, before pulling back slightly, his hand still resting in your hair, his other secure around you.

“You are stronger than you know,” He murmured, his voice almost a whisper, “But, if you even feel as if you can not carry all the weight, just pray for me. And I will be there.”

And in that moment, you believed him. Of course you believed him. Completely. Whole-heartedly.

Slowly, you pulled back just enough to look up at him, meeting his eyes. The look in his eyes, the intensity, it made your heart stutter; a mix of gratitude and something deeper pooling in your chest.

You had always felt something for Castiel, ever since the moment you first met him, when your eyes first found his. With every lingering glance, every soft-spoken word, every small act of care and kindness he offered without hesitation sent your heart soaring and burning.

It was the way he always seemed to gravitate toward you. The way he’d join you for the simplest things - sitting together in comfortable silence while you read, sharing late-night cups of tea in the bunker kitchen, or joining you for one of your movie nights. They were little things, moments that could almost be explained away as friendship - but they weren’t. Not really.

There was just something about those moments, something unspoken but undeniably there. It lingered in the way he would lean a little closer when you spoke, in the way hs hand would brush yours just a second too long when passing something, and in the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful of all of God’s creations; which was quite a feat, since before he met you, he thought all of God’s creations were beautiful.

“Thank you, Cas,” You said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. You paused, searching for the right words, “For being here, For… Always supporting me.”

Castiel tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing in that curious, endearing way of his. “You don’t need to thank me,” He replied earnestly. “Caring for you is-” He hesitated, as if searching for the right human phrase. “It’s important to me.”

Your heart gave another flutter, and before you could even lose your nerve, you leaned forward and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to his cheek. When you pulled back, your bashfulness caught up with you, and you immediately dropped your gaze, your hands slipping from around him and curling into your lap.

“I- uh, sorry. I just-” You stammered, your cheeks growing hotter by the second.

But Castiel didn’t move away. He didn’t lash, didn’t scold you, nor did he dash out of the room screaming for his life. He didn’t even look confused or uncomfortable. Instead, he blinked, his expression softening even further. And a small, almost subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“There is no need to apologize,” He spoke, the warmth in his voice made your heart feel like it might burst; he brushed your hair behind your ear. “You are extraordinary.”

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean sat sprawled on the couch, waiting for the pizza Sam called to arrive, half-watching the TV as a cheesy action flick played in the background. They both turned when they heard two sets of footsteps, and their jaws practically hit the floor.

You and Castiel entered the room, your arms casually looped through his, a bright, radiant smile lighting up your face - one they hadn’t seen in far too long. Castiel, for his part, looked uncharacteristically relaxed, his usual stoicism replaced by a faint, content expression.

“Ooooh, one of my favorites!” You exclaimed, your eyes lightning up as you spotted the movie playing on the screen. Without hesitation, you let go of Casitel’s arm and jumped onto the couch, plopping yourself down with a cheerful bounce. “Sorry for snapping at you both, by the way.”

The brothers just stared at you for a moment, watching as you completely got lost in the movie before you, then you looked at Castiel, then back at you; their shock was almost comical. Dean leaned forward, squinting at the angel as if he were trying to solve some sort of puzzle. Which he actually was terrible at, Sam was the puzzle man.

“Okay,” Dean started, gesturing between the two of you. “What the hell did you do, Cas? To make Y/N look like… Like that?”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, grabbing a spare pillow and hugging it to your chest, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Like you just won the lottery or something.” Sam said, clearly just as baffled as Dean.

Castiel tilted his head slightly, “Y/N didn’t win the lottery,” He spoke, sort of confused, “I just listened.” He said simply, as though that explained everything, in which it hadn’t.

Dean raised an eyebrow as you went straight back into your movie, “Listened? That’s it? Did we miss somethin’? Did you use, like, angel magic or-?”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head, he was beginning to see what could’ve possibly happened here. “Maybe Cas just has the touch.”

Dean sputtered out a laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to the TV, the movie now only half-holding his attention. “The touch of an angel.” He teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Castiel furrowed his brow, tilting his head in that way he always did when he was trying to figure out what Dean was saying. “I am an angel.” He stated plainly, his tone serious.

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle harder at Castiel’s words, while Sam threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah, Cas, we know! It’s just an expression!” Dean barked, grinning.

Castiel’s gaze shifted between brothers, still clearly trying to piece it together. “Then why say it if it’s already evident?”

Sam shook his head, “Never change, Cas, never change.” He muttered.

Dean turned to Castiel with a grin that was nothing short of mischievous. “You might as well stay for dinner, Cas. You helped them - hell, you made them smile like that. We could probably use your ‘angelic touch’ around here more often.”

Castiel blinked, processing, “I… Do not need to eat.” He replied, his tone puzzled but polite.

Dean waves him off with a smirk. “I know, but maybe you should stick around just in case. You know, in case Y/N gets upset again,” He teasing words earned him a hard punch in the arm from you, “Ow, okay, sorry.” He rubbed his arm.

Castiel’s brows furrowed once more, his gaze flickering between you and Dean, “I… I will stay,” He said after a moment, “If it is what they wish.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “I’d love for you to stay, Cassie,” You said, the nickname slipping out before you could even stop it. You reached over the back of the couch, gently taking his hand in yours and pulling him around to sit beside you. “You can watch one of my favorite movies with me. It’s really good. The main actor actually bought the horse he rode in the movie.”

“I will stay then.” Castiel spoke, not even minding that your hand was still interlocked with his as he settled. “I like horses.”

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