“Cas, don’t touch my beer.”

“I have a question. Why does Y/N get to go on ‘guy’s night out’ with you both every week? If I’m not mistaken, she’s not male.”

“Because she doesn’t ask questions… and she doesn’t touch my beer.”

“I just think that a more gender neutral name for this event would be more appropriate. I mean, without this vessel I am neither male or female…”

“Cas… if you don’t shut up and drink your beer, I’m fairly sure this will be your first and last ‘gender neutral’ night out.”

Request: Something In The Water

Request: Hi!! Can I request a cas x reader one shot where the reader is alone in the bunker and the song something in the water by carrie underwood and she’s dancing and singing and doesn’t realize that cas popped in and when she notices she’s really embarrassed and yeah really fluffy i guess. Thanks!! <333

Word Count: 1,011

Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks, and have a lovely day!<33

They’re gone. The clang of the closing door informs you as such and you grin, turning back to the library.

You crank up the music, letting the melody burst out through the bunker. You’d promised to continue the inventory while the boys were gone – which you are doing, but you’re damn well going to have fun while you’re doing it.

You’ve only been in the bunker for two weeks and you’re still trying to figure out exactly what’s in here. This mostly involved going through boxes and writing labels on them, before scribbling down what it is and where you can find it into the empty ledger you found. It’s dull and repetitive, but since you were injured on the last hunt – it was only a twisted ankle, but is still bruised and painful to walk on, keeping you out of the line for a couple weeks – you promised to keep up the hard work.

You’re going through the store room, lifting a box off of a high shelf when a familiar tune filters through the air. You gasp, nearly dropping the box on your own head. Grinning to yourself, you set the box down and immediately disregard the task at hand.

He said, “I’ve been where you’ve been before.
Down every hallway’s a slamming door.
No way out, no one to come and save me.
Wasting a life that the Good Lord gave me.”

You sing unabashedly, dancing out of the small, cramped room and into the corridor. You’ve known this song since you were young – your mother used to sing it. The irony of the lyrics isn’t lost on you, of course, but if anything it’s made you love the song even more.

You swing around a doorway, belting the lyrics. You’re alone, in the middle of nowhere, and there’s no reason not to just let yourself go for a while. God knows you never get to do it usually.

Well, I heard what he said and I went on my way
Didn’t think about it for a couple of days
Then it hit me like a lightning late one night
I was all out of hope and all out of fight,”

You laugh at yourself as you nearly trip over a shoe that got left in the corridor, before turning around and dancing back towards the store room. The music is getting quieter when you’re this far away, and you’re not exactly happy about that possibility.

And now I’m singing along to amazing grace
Can’t nobody wipe this smile off my face
Got joy in my heart, angels on my side- AH!”

You jolt, nearly falling straight on your butt as you see the angel emerge from the store room. Cas turns off the music without lifting a finger and you stare at him, resenting the amused smile spread over his face.

“Sam and Dean were worried about your ankle,” He says casually, “But it appears to be okay.”

“It’s better.” You say quietly, “Just testing it out a little. How much of that did you see?”

“Enough,” The angel smirks, “You’re very talented, Y/N.”

You feel yourself blushing like an idiot you you run a hand through your hair. He wasn’t meant to catch you. You make a mental note to ward the place against curious angels next time you’re alone.

He seems to sense your embarrassment and smiles slightly – he’d never admit it, and hell, he probably doesn’t even know it, but he has a hell of a thing for you. Ever since the start, when you first met him, you’d been different. To catch a glimpse of you being happy and free and yourself is a rare, beautiful thing.

“Did I interrupt you?”

“Not at all. The song was almost finished, anyway.” You smile, not meeting his eyes, “How are Sam and Dean?”

“The hunt is simple, and they’ll be back soon. At least, that’s what Dean said.”

“Thanks, Cas. You want a drink?” You ask, but the angel shakes his head.

“I don’t drink.”

“You make it really hard to be friendly.” You laugh, “If you don’t want to drink, we’ll have to work.”

“Fine, then. It’s not that bad.” He says, and you scoff, laughing out loud.

You spend the next hour talking animatedly, looking through boxes and documenting their contents. You tell him stories of your hunting experiences and in return, he spins tales of a different nature – of Earth before there are humans to christen it such, and the earliest civilisations.

In fact, you’re still sat in the little storage cupboard when your phone goes off. You check it, to reveal the time as being just after two in the morning. A text from Sam lights up the screen.

You didn’t check in and Cas isn’t back. Are you okay?

You laugh, “Looks like time’s gotten away with us, huh?” You laugh, showing Cas the phone. He chuckles, nodding.

“It really does. You must be tired.”

“Maybe a little.” You reply as you quickly type out a reply.

We’re okay. Just got a little distracted.

Only after sending the message do you realise the double meaning and quickly rectify it.

Not like that. I know what you’re thinking. You’re gross.

You finish writing the last thing in the huge book, and put the box back on the shelf.

Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

Rolling your eyes, you send back a message telling him exactly where to put his protests. You find yourself yawning, and Cas watches you concernedly.

“Maybe you should go to bed.”

“I’m okay.” You protest, but Cas merely shakes his head, reaching out and touching your forehead. Suddenly, you’re lying in bed, in your pyjamas, all tucked in like a child. Cas stands by the side of the bed and you groan.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Get some sleep, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.”


“I promise.”


Y/N: Guys! GUYS! Stop it! Come on, you’re acting like children.

Cas: I doubt a child would know how to use a gun or demon knife, Y/n…

Y/n: no, Cas I just–

Crowley: She meant your acting just like the immature baby in a trench coat that you are.

Sam: She meant you too

Cas: Don’t forget about yourself, pretty boy.

Y/n: *head falling in hands* Oh my gosh….


She will be Cas. Gadreel would never even lay a finger on you while you're using Y/N as a vessel. She’ll be fine Cas, and so will you.


Imagine: Being one of the angels who fell when Metatron closed heaven and going to TFW (Team Free Will: Castiel, Dean, Sam) for help. [x]

Y/N: Castiel, brother, please- I need help.
Dean: Brother? Brother- She’s an angel?
Y/N: Yes, and I’m afraid I need your help.
Sam: I’m not so sure… Not very many angels ‘like’ us.
Y/N: Please, Castiel.
Castiel: I-She is my sister. I trust her and I must help her.
Dean: Fine, but it doesn’t mean I gotta be happy about it.
Sam: If you say we can trust her, I trust her- for now.
Y/N: Thank you.

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