Cas x Reader
Warnings: insinuations of sexy time, but nothing else really! Tiny bit of angst & grief.
Requested by anonymous aaaand anonymous!!
A/N: Such fluff. SUCH FLUFF. FLUFFFFFF and a little bit of angst, but then more FLUFFF!
Your name: submit What is this?
“What about that one?” Sam asked pointing through the glass. He leaned down to examine it through the front of the case. “It looks nice,” he said, turning to examine Cas’ reaction.
The furrowed brow and quizzical expression was unchanged.
Cas tightened his lips into a frown. “No. That’s not it,” he said.
There was a groan from somewhere behind him and Dean suddenly leaned dramatically down onto the nearest jewelry case and rubbed a hand over his face. “Cas. You’re killing me. We’ve looked at about a hundred different rings, at literally 10 different stores. Do you even know what you’re looking for?”
Cas straightened up and turned towards him. “Yes. I’m looking for the perfect one,” he said plainly, as if that explained everything.
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes a little. “Oh, right. Of course. That really narrows it down…” he said sarcastically. He caught Sam’s eye and refused to wilt under the disapproving stare.
”Cas, maybe if you could narrow it down to a certain cut you think Y/N would like, or the type of band, or a specific artist?” Sam offered hopefully.
Cas shook his head. “No. When I find the right one, I’ll just know.”