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
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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
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.
every hallway’s a slamming door.
No way out, no one to come and
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.
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
I was all out of hope and all out of fight,”
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
Got joy in my heart, angels on my side- AH!”
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
and Dean were worried about your ankle,” He says casually, “But
it appears to be okay.”
better.” You say quietly, “Just testing it out a little. How much
of that did you see?”
The angel smirks, “You’re very talented, Y/N.”
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.
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.
I interrupt you?”
at all. The song was almost finished, anyway.” You smile, not
meeting his eyes, “How are Sam and Dean?”
hunt is simple, and they’ll be back soon. At least, that’s what Dean
Cas. You want a drink?” You ask, but the angel shakes his head.
make it really hard to be friendly.” You laugh, “If you don’t
want to drink, we’ll have to work.”
then. It’s not that bad.” He says, and you scoff, laughing out
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
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.
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.
okay. Just got a little distracted.
Only after sending the message do you realise the double meaning and
quickly rectify it.
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.
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
“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.”