Characters: Reader (Y/N), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Pairing: Cas x reader
Warnings: Angels does not sleep, being woken at the crack of dawn… not even dawn, grumpy reader, excited Cas (not sure if that is a warning or not)
A/N: This is the first one shot for “Kari’s Fluffy Christmas” and it is also written for@bkwrm523’s 30 prompt’s challenge. I promised her I would write Cas and that it wouldn’t be angsty. This was about as fluffy as I could go without my teeth rotting away ;) Sorry no smut Sara. I will have to write you some Cas smut sometime in 2017.
The fic had to start with the Prompt which was:
“I’m not obligated to be nice at three in the morning!”
And let me tell you starting on dialogue is not easy dude!
Thanks to my amazing, sweet and sassy lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me. I love you boo <3
“I’m not obligated to be nice at three in the morning!” You hissed when Cas pointed your foul mood out to you.
You had been hunting all weekend and your Christmas had been ruined. You hadn’t had time to do any Christmas shopping for your angel or the Winchester brothers. The Bunker hadn’t been decorated the way you had wanted it too, nor had you had the option to make them the Christmas dinner you wanted.
You had wanted this year to be special. The Bunker was your home and Christmas was the perfect time to really make it feel that way. More importantly you had each other. You were a family and to you that was what Christmas was all about.
Your boyfriend weren’t human or even remotely ordinary, but you didn’t care about that. You didn’t care that your brothers weren’t your brothers by blood. The two Winchesters and the angel were your family and they were all you were ever going to need.
And then Regina says, “And she’s so, so good. Just like you in that regard.” She turns shining eyes toward Emma and Emma forgets how to breathe. “She wouldn’t think twice about offering herself to her worst nightmare to save her parents,” Regina murmurs, her hand reaching out instinctively to cover Emma’s. “It’s how I know she’s still hiding in you somewhere.”
She turns back to the fire, her eyes far away, and Emma’s never wanted so desperately to be someone else.
“I want someone who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. Someone who likes musicals and knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching Lost. And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed, like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet and beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me, even when I’m old. That’s what I want.”