#imaginesasstiel

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I really thought you killed me with Professor Winchetser ... but THIS. PROFESSOR CAMPBELL. MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

The Other Professor

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I noticed that because Metatron dumped all of that information into Castiel (like all the fandoms lol) that doesn't mean Cas rlly knows it. Lie right after Metatron dumped info into him, he easily figured out Dean's reference but he didn't see how it exactly pertained the situation. SO can you write a onehsot (casxcharlie, bc your charliexcas one was cute and funny) where charlie makes Cas read the Harry Potter books! ILYSM!

“Excuse me?” Charlie said as she stared blankly at Castiel, who sat still in his chair. He could tell by the utter shock on her voice, and the tone in her voice that this wouldn’t end well for him.

“Excuse you?” Cas asked, clearly confused about the whole situation. The angel saw no reason for shock nor confusion.

“You mean to tell me,” She said as she leaned in closer to Cas, who was sitting across from her in the Bunker’s library. Cas fought the urge to lean away from her and her frightening aura. “You know all of this pop culture knowledge, but you haven’t read a word or seen a second of any of the books or movies?”

The confusion was cleared. Cas was grateful. “Oh, yes.” He replied, ignoring the fact that she yet again widened her eyes and dropped her jaw farther down. “Metatron was bothered that i didn’t understand any of his references and began to grow impatient with me. So, he ‘downloaded’ all of this pop culture knowledge.” Cas said as he moved her fingers making start and end quotes of the word downloaded.

“What!” Charlie wrenched herself. “How could he! This is scandalous! Monstrous!” She ranted, obviously enraged. The angel didn’t quite understand why, didn’t he understand all of Charlie’s references? “It’s one thing if a person purposely looks for spoilers and informational trailers on Wikipedia and some shit, but for this to be forced on someone!” She turned around from where she had been and suddenly, Cas found himself being hugged.

“You poor baby in a trench coat!”

Cas frowned. He still didn’t like Charlie referring to him as a 'baby’ especially since he was created way before the English language was even developed. It somehow wasn’t as insulting fro Charlie as it had been when Dean called him that. Maybe it was the way she said it with such utter fondness.

“What?” He asked, not getting why he was being hugged or being sympathetic towards. “What’s wrong?”

Charlie drew herself back, letting out a short and almost inaudible sigh. “Metatron dares to call himself a nerd.” Scorn covered her voice and layered itself upon disgust. “Tell me, is this jerk alive?” Her eyes were cutting through Cas’ skin.

“The last time i saw him, yes.” Cas winced at what happened when he had finally retrieved his grace. Metatron was certainly alive, living and breathing. Though he had no clue where his vessel had gone.

“If i see him, im going to dark on his butt. True nerds and geeks do want others to understand and appreciate their references, but that’s better solved by having them join in.” She seemed debating something internally. With a wave of her hand, she gestured Cas to follow her.

Cas curiously followed her down into her room that had been set up for when she visited for periods of time. Figurines, books, DVDs lined the walls along with several framed posters and pictures of her and the boys. Charlie walked over the one particular shelf and pulled out seven, large books.

“I’m going to let you borrow these. Read them. Love them.” Charlie said as she dropped the books into Cas’ arms.

“I don’t understand. I already know what happens.”

“If you haven’t really been in a real fandom before, these are a great place to start.”

“Alright.” Castiel agreed, though he wasn’t sure if it was for his sake or hers.

Over the next few days while the boys were gone out working a case in Washington, leaving Cas to the bunker in Kansas, he read. Lots. There were several times when Cas had to go to Charlie to get out what she termed as 'feels’ over the events that transpired.

Overall, he was amazed b how vivid the books were, and how crummy the information Metatron had given him was.

“You were right..” Cas said as he flipped the last few pages of The Deathly Hollows closed. “Its different. Better even..” He struggles to find the right words until it finally popped up. “Personal.”

Charlie gave him a understanding smile. “Reading is generally considered a personal experience. You felt how Harry felt.”

Cas looked down at Charlie who was holding her bags. She was heading back home. Her time with Cas and the boys had come to an end. –Dean opened the door to the bunker and dropped his duffle bags to his sides. His muscles ached in pain.

“Cas! Were back!” Sam yelled as he followed behind Dean. It was silent. Too silent.

“Anteoculatia!” Cas yelled in Dean’s ear as he jumped out from behind him and Sam.

“Damn it, Charlie!” Dean exclaimed as he dropped his head into his hands, “You broke him!”

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Hey there! My old fanfic account got deleted for some reason ): I made this one last night and followed you immediately! But your account inspired me to write fanfics of my own , they aren't nearly as good as yours though. But i was wondering if you could check out my account ? Thank youuu !

Me? Inspiring you? Don’t make me blush, love *blushes* that’s annoying! Extremely. Of course I’ll have a look x

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YOUR WRITINGS ARE SO CUTE! CAN I GET A ONESHOT! CASXCHARLIE !? I LOVE THEM SM AND YOU TOO! THANK YOU SO MUCH! LOVE YOUR BLOG XX

Charlie was feeling somewhat anxious about this case. The last case she had was with Dean, and of course she was inexperienced. But ever since then, she’s been working behind the scenes and worked with Sam on working out in he fields. This case? Piece of cake.

“I’m agent Moscone. This is my partner, Agent Granger.” Castiel intoned as he pulled out his fake FBI badge and glanced over at Charlie. Charlie pulled out her FBI badge and held it up to one of the witnesses. The witness looked at both Cas and Charlie with confusion. Her heart began to race and sweat dripped on the side of her forehead. She glanced at her FBI badge and realized her mistake.

Charlie Bradbury. The woman that can hack anything, turned down a job at Google, and was one badass, held her goddamn badge upside down.

Charlie! She thought loudly to herself. She fought every urge inside of her to hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. One Job, you had one job. And you screwed it up!

She glanced over, expecting Castiel to be disappointed at you and shake his head the way he normally did when she screwed up. But he didn’t. In his baby blue eyes, was relief. Castiel’s badge was also upside down. His lips curled at the edges and he fought his urge to smile and laugh.

Within a few moments, Cas turned his back and faced the witness like the professional he was, or was at least imitating. He flipped his badge shut and Charlie mirrored. A weight lifted off of Charlie’s shoulders and she felt a whole lot better that Cas messed up the same way she had done.

To her they were two peas in a pod, two badges flipped upside down.

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