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Hii! I was wondering if I could drop in a request

May I request either a Sam, Dean or even Cas x reader where it's like, reader seems anxious abt something (set in a motel btw with established relationship) and after like half an hour of patiently waiting for reader to mention whatever bothers her by herself, they finally pry and find out she's scared of thunderstorms, while there's one fast approaching?

(I don't remember if you write smut, but maybe could it end up as a fluffy, reassuring comfort smut? Maybe during the storm, under the covers to distract and comfort reader)

AFTER LIKE A YEAR!!! ANSWERED, FINISHED, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! As always thank you for the request and I want you to know you single handedly dragged me out of my writing block-pit of not writing at all for four months :).

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Angels Bowling

Castiel x Reader

You hated the drafty motel the four of you were hunkered down in. You hated the rolling thunder crashing against the shaky windows even more.

Word Count: 1k

Tags: Fear of thunderstorms comfort, thunderstorms, Cas is a sweetie pie, this is really my first fic without angst as a main plot point, fluff, comfort, weighted blanket, noise cancelling headphones, back tracing, Sam & Dean are slumped in the background

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

@ghostlyaccurate requested: "Hii! I was wondering if I could drop in a request. May I request either a Sam, Dean or even Cas x reader where it's like, reader seems anxious abt something (set in a motel btw with established relationship) and after like half an hour of patiently waiting for reader to mention whatever bothers her by herself, they finally pry and find out she's scared of thunderstorms, while there's one fast approaching? (I don't remember if you write smut, but maybe could it end up as a fluffy, reassuring comfort smut? Maybe during the storm, under the covers to distract and comfort reader)."

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A/N: Darryl Rahn title. Guys, I feel like Dean in the way my writing inspo came back from the dead. This has been sitting in my drafts ever since the request came in and suddenly I loaded up Tumblr and decided I needed to write something. Again, if writing stories that took off from the request was a competition, I think I'd win. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy despite it sitting in my inbox for forever. First Castiel fic!! This is also my first fic of 2025, and I hope I can write a little more before the year ends (if we're being realistic here). Unbeta'd, every mistake is mine, and make sure to read those tags! Also, thank you to everyone who joined my tag list!!!

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You hated the drafty motel the four of you were hunkered down in.

You hated the rolling thunder crashing against the shaky windows even more.

Neither Dean, Sam, nor your angel boyfriend seemed to mind the borderline hurricane that was occurring. You could understand Cas’ lack of reaction, having probably been around when they were created, but you expected something from the other humans in the room.

You’d been trying to break in the new boots Sam got you for a birthday gift, but climbing through wire fences and dirt hiking trails created blisters on every surface of your feet. You and Dean had found the vampire nest taking local boys and churning their bodies out like cattle and returned before the first drop of rain hit the pavement.

Overall, you thought the hunt had gone abnormally well.

That was until the rain started to pick up into heavy thunderstorm territory.

Neither of your hunting partners commented on the building weather, but you couldn’t help but ignore their voices and focus on the booming crash of rain, rattling you to the bone. Before you could turn to Cas for some semblance of support, the flap of his wings briefly muffled the torrential downpour.

You quickly curled up on the motel’s lumpy mattress, back facing the window and head covered with musty sheets. Dean had offered to sleep on the ground so neither of you had to share a bed, which you appreciated because if you had to share with either of them at that moment, you were sure you’d be clinging to them out of pure fear.

It wasn’t that you were a jumpy person, or had some story in particular that made thunderstorms so damn scary; it was simply the fact that they were loud, disruptive, and unpredictable.

Monsters were predictable. Learning their patterns, studying their habits, and taking them out was easier than breathing. You’d held the power to take away the fears of so many people, only to cower under your covers hours later because of some rain.

At least when you were in the bunker, you could hunker down in your room, the noise of the sky falling on your head blocked by thick concrete and the reassurance of dozens of protective magical sigils. In an off-road motel thirty minutes from any major towns, all you could do was silently hope that Cas heard the prayers you were throwing his way.

He must’ve, as the flap of his wings briefly drowned out the Winchesters’ snoring, and you felt the bed dip down next to you.

“Cas?” You asked, still tucked under the covers of the bed. You lifted your head up, and saw your boyfriend taking his trench coat, suit jacket, and shoes off before slipping under the covers next to you.

“Hey,” his gruff voice said as he shifted in the bed, “I’m sorry I had to leave for a second. I wanted to grab some stuff for you.”

You creased your brows as he reached behind him revealing the noise canceling headphones you had in your nightstand, combined with a giant weighted blanket you were pretty sure came from Sam’s room.

“I remember you telling me these help, so,” he raised the headphones up, gently placing them behind your ears so you could still hear him. The weighting blanket came down next, putting pressure on your body enough for it to feel like a giant hug.

“Cas, this is so thoughtful, I mean I didn’t think you’d even remember me saying that stuff.”

“You do know it’s almost impossible for an angel to forget things, right? I mean, I am the size of your Chrysler building and all.”

You laughed, shifting your weight to your elbow as you scooted closer to him.

“Do you mind spooning, and doing that thing where you trace things on my back?” You asked softly, your boyfriends eyes gentle and soothing as a humble smile crossed his lips.

“Of course.” He opened his form and you tucked yourself into him, facing to the wall without the window. His hand gently lifted the back of your shirt, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before lightly tracing random shapes across your back.

“You know, my mom always told me-” your own yawn interrupted your quiet voice, “-that the thunder and the rain was just angels bowling. Is there any truth to that?”

Cas chuckled, drawing out the letters B-O-W-L-I-N-G on your back.

“No, not really. From what I remember, without the rain, water would just get stuck on the ground and end up flooding large parts of the Earth. God ended up making the clouds to soak up all that rain,” he tapped the tips of his fingers down your back to simulate raindrops, “and the lightning and thunder just sort of followed.”

“So you’re telling me there’s no big bowling alley in heaven?”

“No, there definitely is, there’s just no correlation between that and the thunder.” Cas scooted closer to you, slipping one hand across your waist and resuming the tracing with the other.

3-0-0

“Three hundred?” You asked.

“My bowling score in heaven. Actually, that’s most of the angels’ score, save for a few.”

“You’re kidding.” You said with a lightened tone.

“No, actually, I was pretty good. Too bad heaven didn’t have a uh- a bowling team.”

He traced more numbers on your back.

1-0-9

“Who’s was that?”

“Metatron's. Always was a sore loser when he came down from writing to play.”

The both of you laughed softly, Cas resuming the soft, senseless shapes on your skin to soothe you.

“When are you-” you yawned “-you going to head out?”

“I’m perfectly comfortable right here for tonight.”

“Cas,” you try to turn over to face him, but the gentle hand across your waist kept you in place, “you don’t sleep. I know that. You can’t just lay here all night.”

He pressed another kiss to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, “yes, I can. Please try to get some rest now.”

You hummed in agreeance, bringing your headphones from behind your ears, the thunder you forgot about for a brief moment now completely drowned out by the comforting pressure on your ears.

“I love you,” you whisper, eyes drooping closed while Cas keeps tracing.

D-I-T-T-O

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