A/N: Yay! Finally got part two written. I think it’s fairly decent. Although I’d appreciate some feedback so I know whether to keep writing part 3 or nix this and do something else (maybe send requests?). Thanks!
Prompt: “There was an angel caught in the power lines” (continued)
Pairing: Cas x Reader, Sam/Dean show up
A year had passed since you had met Castiel, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t think of him every day. His piercing blue eyes haunted you whenever you closed your own. You had taken to praying to God, now that you knew angels existed, and in every prayer you always asked God to keep Castiel safe and happy. It pained you to think that Castiel was happy without you, but you also accepted it was a probable fact, seeing as he had other people he was supposed to be with.
You sat on your couch, your feet curled up underneath your body with a notebook on your lap, the blank pages glaring up at you. As you put your pencil to paper, you let your mind wander, writing about anything your subconscious pushed into your consciousness.
Half a page and a few minutes later, your doorbell rang, so you stood up and answered it, opening the door slowly. Two dashing men in suits stood at your door. “Are you (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?” The taller one asked, and you nodded slowly. “Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?” You responded, glancing at the shorter one, who was totally checking you out. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the taller one, who shot his partner what could only be described as a “bitch-face”, then pulled out an FBI badge. “We’re investigating the recent disappearances of local women, and we thought it best to check in with the women that are still here, to see if they had noticed anything, ah, unusual lately?” He prompted, looking concerned.
You bit your lip and thought back to the beginning of the week, then shook your head. “No sir. Nothing unusual lately, aside from the disappearances. I’ll be honest, they have me pretty freaked, but I feel safer knowing you guys are out there keeping us safe.” You sent a warm smile to the taller agent and he smiled back, nodding. “Of course miss. We’ll be sending another agent by in a while to check in. And-” The shorter man jumped in, green eyes serious, “Just because we’re here on the job doesn’t mean you can be reckless. Still be careful when you go out. Don’t be stupid.” He warned gruffly.
You blinked, startled, but nodded. “O-of course sir. I wasn’t saying I would be stupid. I know how to take care of myself.” You said, your anger slowly building. First this guy was checking you out, and now suddenly he treats you like a child? You paused your thoughts and took a deep breath. “Thank you, both of you, for checking in and keeping us safe. Now, if that’s all…?” You prompted, glaring at the moody agent. “The lady is right Sammy. We’ll send the other guy over to check on her later.” Moody said, then turned to you, opening his mouth to say something else. Sammy spoke up quickly, “Sorry for inconveniencing you miss. Thank you for your time.” You smiled and shook your head. “Not an inconvenience, meeting you. Goodbye gentlemen.” You say softly, shutting the door.
You put your back against the door and sigh. Walking slowly back to the couch, you sunk into its comfy familiarity and grabbed your notebook, reading over what you had written.
“His wings were so pretty. What would it feel like to touch him? Does he think of me, remember me? His eyes, so vibrant blue. No man can compare. But of course, he’s an angel. How could any man compare? I barely know him, but still love him after all this time. Castiel. Even his name makes me shiver to this day. How sappy is that?”
You gasped at what you wrote, tears forming in your eyes. You know it’s true, all of it. Though… Your thoughts flashed to Sam and you smiled a bit in spite of yourself. Sure, he’s no Castiel, angel of the Lord, but he was a hunky man, and his shaggy hair was oddly attractive.. You sighed and shook your head, trying to clear your mind. “Stupid men… Walking in and out of my life in under a half hour.. Stupid me for feeling attracted to guys like that.” you grumbled, tossing your notebook onto the coffee table and walking into the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard and putting water on the stove. You set about making yourself dinner and your mind soon lost itself in the intricacies of the recipe.
Just as you began putting your food on your plate, your doorbell rang. Sighing, you sat your plate on the counter and walked to your door, opening it without looking. You gasped softly when you saw who stood outside. Your mind went blank and all you could do was stare. He blinks, mild surprise and then joy covering his face. “(Y/N)? Is that really you?” He smiled widely and stepped toward you, reaching for you. You took a step back and gulped at the hurt on his features. “C-Castiel? W-what are you doing here?” You stuttered, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep from reaching out for the angel. “I… I am helping Sam and Dean…” He trailed off, frowning.
Your eyes go wide with understanding. “You mean those two FBI agents from earlier? You know them? What a small world.” You forced a chuckle and grimaced at how fake it sounded. “They are not truly agents. They are hunters. And the world is not small (Y/N). It is in fact quite large.” Castiel stated. You groaned. “Hunters? Like, birds and deer hunters?” You asked, dread growing. Confusion crossed Castiel’s face, but then he shook his head. “No. Sam and Dean hunt evil, supernatural thinks.” Castiel explained. Your brows furrowed in confusion and Castiel chuckled. “Angels are not the only supernatural beings to walk the earth, my sweet (Y/N). There are many, many sinister things out there. The stories and ancient lore are true. I assist Sam and Dean in eradicating that evil.” He said, smiling at you.
He took a tentative step towards you, smiling even wider when you said nothing. You stood there, trying to process what he had just said. “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” He asked, his concern evident, and he reached out, placing his hand on your cheek. The sensation of his touch, the warmth, brought you out of your thoughts and you nodded, absorbing his touch for a second before pulling away. “I’m fine Castiel. I just needed a minute to process that there’s a bunch of creepy, scary things that actually exist.” You said quietly. Castiel bit his lip and sighed, still looking worried.
“Would you like to come in?” You asked him, suddenly remembering your manners. Castiel nodded hesitantly. “If it is alright with you. I would not want to intrude or make you uncomfortable.” He said carefully. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “I’m inviting you in Cas. It’s alright.” You said softly. Castiel’s smile widened and your heartbeat picked up speed, but then he frowned and tilted his head, freezing for a moment, and your heart sunk. After a few seconds, he let out a low growl and looked at you mournfully. “(Y/N)… I must go. Sam and Dean require my assistance. I… I wish I was not leaving this way yet again. I will return to you as soon as I make certain the boys will not die tonight. I want to spend more time with you.”
You bit your lip and nodded. “I get it Cas. No worries.” You said stiffly, trying not to feel too disappointed. Really, what did you expect? Castiel frowned and reached out, stroking your cheek. You jerked away from his touch and hurt flashed across his face before he blinked away, leaving you alone to crumble to the floor in a pile of pain.