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[leahxx129]

No Idea (Castiel x Reader)

Okay, so I had a very interesting dream last night involving Castiel (nothing NSFW, unfortunately :D ) and I just had to commemorate the rare occasion of me having a dream about one of the boys with a fic. I hope you like it!

Summary: In hopes of finding Chuck, you and Castiel visit a Supernatural Fan Convention. At the event you bump into a couple of enthusiasts who uncover some very interesting facts about the real nature of the relationship you and the angel share.

Warnings: sexual implications

Word count: 1.885-ish

Gif not mine.

The engine of Castiel’s pimp car dies out with a chug and your face automatically turns wry as you read the banner displayed by the small congress center’s entrance: XV. Supernatural Fan Convention.

“Remind me again, Cas, why are we here exactly?” you ask the angel as you open the car door to get out, suppressing the gut-feeling that screams for you to stay put.

“Well, we’d like to gather some information on Chuck’s whereabouts and considering that he’s quite the narcissist, Sam and Dean think he may show up here.” he replies while bypassing the car to stand by your side.

“Wonderful…”

“Is there something wrong, Y/N? You seem a little… off.” genuine concern in his voice hits your ears.

You sigh deeply before responding.

“No, nothing’s wrong per se… I’m just – I’m just really not up for this right now, you know?”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe it has something to do with the idea that if I go in there, I might run into strangers posing as me and that makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.”

A mischievous smirk spreads across Castiel’s handsome face.

“Allow me to clarify things… you fearlessly hunt beings more gruesome than an average person could ever fathom and a few literary enthusiasts are what frighten you?”

You roll your eyes at him.

“You know what - I haven’t had my fix of morning caffeine yet so I am totally not ready to engage in this argument right now...” you take a quick glance at the banner once again. “Instead, let’s go in there and get this over with as fast as we can, okay?”

He nods in agreement and you both start off in the building’s direction.

The knot in your stomach grows two sizes upon entering the place – a multitude of Sams and Deans flood your field of vision, along with a few Castiels, Bobbys and Rowenas. You are unable to decide which will haunt your dreams for the next few the days – the bad wigs and makeup, or the even worse imitations and accents. Perhaps a combination of all.

“Hey, it’s a little crowded in here, I think we should go backstage to talk to the organizers. After all, they would be the ones with any insight, right?”

You look behind your shoulder just to discover that the person you came with is nowhere to be found.

“Splendid!” you mutter under your breath annoyed, but when you turn your head back to the front, Cas is standing there only inches away from you.

“Jesus, Cas, I almost punched you! For future reference – don’t scare me like this. Sometimes I hit instead of screaming.” you scold him in a low voice, trying to avoid any unsolicited attention.

He looks at you apologetically, holding up a paper cup.

“Noted and I’m sorry. It’s just you said you would like some coffee so I went and got you this. I highly doubt that it’s premium quality like the sticker on the machine claimed but I figured it’s better than nothing, right?”

“Oh, wow… I’m sure you’ve known it already but if not… I love you!” you say, taking the steamy drink from him.

“Are you talking to me or the coffee?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t really want to know the answers to, pretty boy!”

You wink at him and his lips curl into a small smile.

“That. Was. Brilliant.”

Each syllabification is followed by a clap and both of you snap your heads to where the sounds are coming from.

“Beg your pardon?” you question, raising an eyebrow at a short man dressed in all black.

The taller guy standing next to him speaks up instead.

“He meant the bit you just did.” the perplexed look on your face urges him to wallow in further explanation. “You know, you’re obviously dressed as Y/N and your friend is obviously dressed as Castiel, and the dialogue you just did was spot on. The way you managed to capture their dynamic is remarkable. I mean we’ve seen a few Y/Ns and Cases here today, but you two have delivered the best portrayal by far.”

You swallow hard, not knowing how to react to this, but fortunately Cas does.

“Thank you! That’s really nice of you to say! And your portrayal of… uhm… of-”

“Lucifer and Crowley.” the guy points at himself first, then at the short man, helping Cas out before the situation could get any more embarrassing.

“Ah, yes, Lucifer and Crowley. You guys did an outstanding job with their portrayal, too.”

“Thanks!”

You silently pray for the interaction to be over, but the tall guy who labeled himself as Lucifer keeps pushing things to much of your chagrin.

“You know, we used to think Castiel had a thing for Dean.” he exclaims, and you have to try your best not to burst out laughing at the perplexed face the angel in question makes.

“But now we’re a hundred percent sure he’s into Y/N and the feeling is very much so mutual.” fake Crowley adds, making you choke on the sip of coffee you’ve just taken.

“Are you okay?” Cas asks but you ignore his inquiry. Your focus is entirely fixated on the wannabes.

“What- what makes you think that?”

They exchange a proud glance, ready to elaborate on the topic.

“Well, for one, Castiel helped Y/N quit smoking. You don’t meddle with someone else’s addiction unless you care for them.” fake Lucifer points out.

“I think that’s something one would do for a really close friend, too.” you counter his argument in a heartbeat.

“Sure, maybe. But would a close friend take an angel blade almost to the heart for the other, like Y/N did for Cas? That’s something that on most occasions not even family would do, let alone a friend…”

You open your mouth to protest but it’s fake Crowley’s turn to contribute to the debate.

“Yeah, you watch Netflix with friends or have a meaningful conversation with them over a nice cup of coffee, but you don’t get stabbed for them, nah. Plus, I specifically remember that one part in the latest book where Y/N was doing yoga and Cas accidentally saw her through the cracked open door. Now, the thoughts he had were anything but friendly, to say the least...”

“Alright, I think that’s enough!” Cas interjects and you can see a slight blush tint his cheeks.

“Attention, everyone! May I please have your attention?!” a lady with a headset starts shouting few feet away from you, putting an end to your inconvenient discussion with Hell’s fake representatives. “Okay... so, I’ve just got the news that Mr.Shurley is unable to make it today.”

A wave of displeased grunts washes over the crowd and the lady starts lifting  the spirit up, but you don’t hear any of her consoling promises. Your legs are taking you out of there at a quick pace. You got the info you wanted – he’s not gonna be there – so there really isn’t a reason for you to stick around.

Just as you shut the car door, Cas appears in the driver’s seat next to you.

There’s a moment of silence as neither of you can word the gazillion thoughts running through your minds.

“Look, can we just not talk about what those nerds said? Like ever?” you eventually speak up in the hopes that he would agree, but to much of your surprise, he replies with a firm ‘No.’

“What do you mean, ‘No’, Cas?”

He turns to face you and you swear you’ve never seen those baby blue eyes more vibrant than now.

“I mean I’m not gonna let this one go. So, start talking.”

You’re usually better at standing your ground but this time there’s just something in his gaze that makes you surrender before it could all begin, so you just mumble a “fine” through gritted teeth.

“I..uh.. I didn’t wanna come to this convention today because I was afraid that what happened would happen… and ta-da, it did.”

He furrows his brows.

“I’m not certain I’m following.”

“Jesus, Cas, you’re hellbent on making me say this, aren’t you? Alright then, here it goes…” you take a deep breath to prepare for the big reveal, then continue “I’ve been kind of harboring these feelings for you for a while now and I was afraid if I came here, someone who read the books would point it out. And that’s exactly what happened.”

“Oh. So, this is the real reason you were anxious this morning, not the literary enthusiasts and their imitation.”

“Yup. I’m not saying that I entirely get the dressing up thing, but that was just an excuse.”

“I see. The only thing I don’t understand now is the reason why you didn’t want me to know about your feelings.”

You hang your head in shame.

“I – I just didn’t want to ruin what we have now, I guess.”

Out of the blue, he grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“What makes you think confessing would’ve ruined it? In my opinion, a little upgrade is long overdue.” he whispers in an even hoarser tone than usual, making your eyes go wide.

“What are you talking about, Cas?”

“I’m talking about the fact that those feelings of yours are reciprocated. They have been for a long time now, I just did not have the slightest of idea how to present them to you.“

Your heart skips a beat at his words. Is this really happening right now? It’s too good to be true, and things like that have a tendency of biting you in the ass. Perhaps you’re dreaming? Or is this a cruel prank? Would he do that to you?

You squint your eyes, examining every feature of Castiel’s face suspiciously, looking for any sign that might give away the truth behind his words.

“Did those nerds drug you after I’d stormed out and now you’re just saying this ‘cause you’re high? Or did an undercover witch put a spell on you? Or did-”

He rolls his eyes, fed up with your ridiculous ideas, and shuts you up the best possible way he could come up with – by kissing you with a profound passion that has been buried for so long and is finally set free.

“Do you still think I’m high?” he questions after breaking apart.

“Nope, your counter argument has been quite convincing.” you say while trying to stabilize your breath. “But you know what would destroy even the last shred of doubt I have?”

“Go on…”

You put a hand on his thigh.

“If you told me about those thoughts you had while watching me do yoga…”

He looks at your hand, then his gaze slowly travels up to your face. Is that lust in his eyes?

“Or better yet, why don’t I show you? I saw a motel a few miles down the road.”

The proposition renders you speechless – something that you rarely are. It takes a good few seconds to regain your composure.

“Wow, pretty boy… that’s… that’s kinky.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea!” he replies, starting the engine.

Usually you detest rest stops once you get on the road but this time, you simply cannot wait.