#please ignore how obscenely low quality this is i was possessed with a vision

[coredrill]

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Keeping Up Appearances

Word Count: 1,600

Characters: Reader x Cas, Dean, Sam

Warnings: Implied sexy times, Canon-level Castiel density, fluff

A/N: This is for @super-not-naturall’s 200 follower challenge. The prompt I chose (from New Girl) is bolded below. Congratulations Tristan!! :) I hope you enjoy!

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Keeping Up Appearances

“Can I get an alcohol?”

Castiel turned, gave you a tight-lipped smile and waved, completely missing the eyeroll from the bartender who said nothing, but set off to fulfill Cas’ non-descript order.

You checked your phone for the fifteenth time but there was still no word from Sam or Dean. They’d been sure that they would be finished with their case and getting into town just in time to help you and Cas with yours. And yet, there you sat, shifting uncomfortably as you scanned the room for any suspicious activity, not a Winchester in sight.

Your eyes landed on Castiel as he leaned against the bar with one elbow, his fingers laced as he casually waited for the bartender to return with his drink. There were worse things than to be stuck in some hotel bar in St. Louis with the handsome angel, though you could do without the monster-hunting portion of the evening.

You glanced down, making sure your cleavage was displayed to it’s fullest potential and giving the girls a little shimmy for good measure. Your glass made a soft thud as Cas set it down in front of you. You glanced up to find his azure eyes wide and his mouth frozen in a little “o” shape. A low sound escaped his lips and he blinked hard. Heat swelled in your cheeks and you looked away as you reached for your drink.

“Uh, thank you Castiel,” you nodded curtly in his direction without looking at him and took a sip. You were going to need a lot more liquor if you were going to pull this off tonight.

“You are welcome,” Cas’ already low voice held an especially gravelly quality and you tried to ignore the flash of electricity that shot through your body as he spoke. “Perhaps having to pretend that I find you sexually appealing will prove to be less tricky than I had anticipated.”

Your drink caught in your throat, and you sputtered and choked. Cas’ head tipped to one side and his eyes narrowed as you dabbed your lips with a napkin. Your eyes must have burned with the fire of two hundred suns, because he flinched.

“I didn’t mean that I find you unattractive, y/n,” Cas backpedalled. “You are a very attractive woman. My vessel seems to have a very human response when you are around; especially when you are wearing those pink shorts and you...”

“It’s ok, Cas. Just...please. Stop!” you raised your hands not wanting to hear how that sentence ended. You downed the remainder of your drink in a single pull, desperately willing the alcohol to invade your bloodstream faster. “Let’s just get back to the case.” Cas nodded and you continued. “Ok, we know that this is the bar the vics were all last seen visiting before they went missing. We know that they all disappeared in pairs and that all the pairs had entered the bar together; they were all couples.” You sighed. “I really thought when I told Dean my theory of swinging vetalas, he would have moved Heaven and Earth to make it here in time.”

“Dean is a very powerful man, but I do not see how you could expect him to move the planet Earth, much less Heaven.” Cas stated matter-of-factly and chugged his beer.

“It’s just a saying, Castiel.” You rolled your eyes as exhaustion creeped through your limbs and engulfed you in a wave of weariness you’d not experienced in a long time. Your weeks on the road had caught up with you finally and you were planning on taking some much needed time off after this case was put to rest. You squared your shoulders and set your jaw, determined to not let it get the best of you.

“Ok, Cas. We are going to have to make this believable. We want them to come for us.”

“That is not exactly my area of expertise,” Cas replied as the corner of his mouth quivered shyly.

You scooted impossibly close to Castiel in the booth and nudged his arm up and around your shoulders. The action was very catlike, but Cas’ body began to respond almost immediately. The breath in his lungs came out in short huffs as you pressed against him, molding the front of your body against the side of his.

“Is this ok?” you whispered, partly for the sake of keeping a low profile and partly because your close proximity to the angel was intoxicating. Cas nodded and his fingers danced lightly against the bare skin of your arm, a trail of chills left in their wake.

The look on his face was enough to make you want to forget all about this case and drag his feathered ass to the bathroom to let him have his way with you. Being the professional you were, however, you successfully resisted the urge; mostly. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and nipped at the skin below his right ear. A small groan vibrated through his chest as his fingers tightened around your arm.

He shifted until he could press his lips against yours and for a moment it felt like you had been struck by lightning. As his tongue begged entrance into your mouth, your vision somersaulted and swam against the back of your eyelids.  You parted your lips for him and practically moaned as he massaged your tongue with his own. His free hand made its way up your neck to cradle the right side of your face.

Then, just as suddenly and unexpectedly as it had began, the kiss was over and you whimpered at the abrupt lack of contact. Cas’ hooded eyes told you that he was just as affected by the kiss as you were.  

“Do you think that was sufficient, or will the vetala require more convincing?” Cas’ gaze simultaneously made you feel like you could catch fire, and also freeze under their icy depths. There was something different about the way he was looking at you now and you were no further away from wanting to drag him off cavewoman style than you had been before the kiss.

“Geeze, this is a public place! Get a room, why don’t you?”

The sound of a voice startled both of you and you were thankful to have been shaken from your trance. A quick glance, however, and whatever thankfulness you’d been feeling drained away when you found a pair of moss green eyes glinting gleefully at you.

“What the hell, Dean?” You pulled back, surprised and a little excited when Cas’ hand found the bare skin just above your knee. You dropped your voice to a quiet, nervous whisper as you glanced around. “You’re going to blow our cover.”

“Cover for what?” Dean asked innocently as you shot him as annoyed of a look as you could muster. “OH! You mean the vetala? Yeah, Sammy and I took care of them about 30 minutes ago or so. Right Sammy?”

You glanced behind Dean to find Sam’s face flushed pink. He looked down, refusing to meet your gaze as he nodded.

“Yep, a silver knife right the the gut, complete with a little twist. Told you we’d be back in time.”

Dean smirked, threw you a wink and clapped Castiel on the shoulder before he headed toward the bar.   

“Dammit! How did we miss them?” You slumped defeatedly. Cas rubbed soothing circles against your knee as you turned your attention to Sam.

“Uh, well, apparently you were right about your theory, y/n.” Sam, shifted his weight uncomfortably as he looked anywhere but in your direction.

You were suddenly very aware that you were still pressed somewhat obscenely close to the angel. You started to pull back, but froze when you felt Cas’ fingers dig into your flesh. The possessive look he shot you made your breath catch in your chest. His grip relaxed when you settled back against him, his eyes never leaving yours.

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, drawing your attention back to him.

“Anyway...uh...yeah. We heard them outside as we were coming in and took care of them.” Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “So yeah, no big deal. Uh, I’m just gonna, uh, go. Now.” He practically sprinted in the direction of the bar.

“So that’s it then?  So much for us being the bait,” you sighed, your words edged with disappointment. You turned to Cas. “We don't have to keep preten...”

Castiel’s mouth covered yours once more, silencing you. Your body ached with need as he deepened the kiss and his fingers wove into the hair at the base of your neck. A low grunt rumbled in his chest as you pressed against him. He pulled back, his lips swollen and his pupils wide with desire.

“You know I have always found Dean to be a very wise man.”

Castiel’s words were confusing and for a minute you felt like you’d blacked out for part of the conversation. You shook your head and scrunched up your nose.

“What are you talking about Cas?”

“Dean. He is very wise.” The perplexed look on your face deepened and Cas’ lips curved in a satisfied smile as he moved to stand.

“Are you drunk? Is that how it works for angels? One beer and you’re done?”

“I assure you one beer had no affect on me, y/n.” He held his hand out to you and you accepted it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To get a room.”

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