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Catch a Falling Star

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester, and special guest, Crowley

Word Count: 2101 (Part 5)

A/N: Part 5 of a Soulmate AU mini-series.

Summary: What if angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Crowley magnanimously tips the Winchesters off to a brooding danger regarding their feathered cohort. Cas gets a taste of the ordinary life.

Catch up if you missed a chapter: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“I’m telling you. Stone cold, it was weird,” Dean alleged, six-pack of ice cold lagers clinking as he set them on the library table. Condensation oozed out onto the polished mahogany surface of the wood from the mushy edges of cardboard. “I mean, we both know I’m hilarious and I didn’t get so much as a single giggle out of her.”

“Yeah,” Sam snorted mockingly, “weird.” Dean garnered minimal sympathy from his brother on account of Sam’s long-suffering endurance of Dean’s habitually incessant jocularity as a method to diffuse stress between hunts. The hilarity, with repeated exposure, had devolved into background noise – something akin to the monotonous humming tread of the Impala’s tires on asphalt rather than humor. Sam thought from Dean’s account of his conversation with you that you sounded like a perfectly reasonable and discerning individual and someone whose personality matched well to the angel’s decidedly temperate wit.

Dean snapped the metal cap off one of the bottles, the sharp wet hiss of pressurization bubbling in the air. He continued speculating, “I’d bet you anything…”

The younger Winchester noticed the dapperly dressed figure idling in the alcove of bookshelves first.

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He clutched his cell phone tightly in his palm, he waited to her her smile pop up on the screen, the picture that she had no idea that he even had taken, let alone made his lockscreen. He threw the phone onto the cold, empty bed and walked over to the bathroom, he look a good look at himself, he looked terrible and he knew it; blood shot eyes, messy hair, overgrown beard. He splashed some cold water on his face and sat in the same position he had been for the last 4 hours. 

“Mate..you gotta let it go.” Calum leaned up against the doorway with a frown on his face. 

“I can’t.” Luke mumbled to himself and grabbed his phone, pressing the home button repeatedly. “Goddamn it.” He shouted and threw the phone in Calum’s direction. 

“It’s been a week.” Calum rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed beside his best friend, his heartbroken best friend. 

“She told me to go fuck myself. She hates me. We never fight.” He stared off in space, trying to blink back the tears that were forming in his. She always used to giggle and poke his cheeks when he’d tear up like this during sad movies. 

“It was your fault Luke. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Calum gripped Luke’s arm tightly and he flinched away, remembering what happened. The way she looked up at him, her plump pink bottom lip quivering, her chunky fingers wrapped around his tshirt in anger. She’d told him that she loved him, more than a friend. And he responded with making a face like he’d just seen roadkill, and simply the word “oh”. He didn’t mean to react that way, Luke was never good with feelings. He was never good with expressing the way he felt, but she was. And if Luke was being completely honest with himself, he had fallen head over heels for her within the first week of knowing her, 4 years ago now. His dick would twitch when her shirt would ride up, showing off the soft skin that she rarely showed. Drool would sometimes escape the corner of his mouth when he’d accidentally see her changing, the stretch marks covering her thighs, arms, butt, stomach only made her even more beautiful to him. On a normal day, he would do nothing but sit around and think about her, all the boys knew he was far gone for her, and god they wanted Luke not to fuck things up with her. 

“You don’t think I know that?” He yelled. 

“Christ sakes Luke. Just go to her place! What’s the worst that could happen? There’s no way she could stop loving you in week.” 

“You don’t know her like I do.” Luke grumbled, recalling the scattered boyfriends she’d had over the years. How she could cut the chord with them in about a day, almost like she’d never cared at all. Luke’s stomach felt unsettled, he couldn’t bear the though of going the rest of his life without her. The way she’d cuddle up into his chest, he’d always slide his hand between her thick thighs to ‘keep his hands warm’, she thought it was funny, it turned on Luke to no end. He stood up abruptly and slid his shoes on, grabbing his keys and phone off of the floor and running out the front door to the car, which still had the fruity smell of her lingering from the passengers seat. He sped down the street, he could probably drive to her apartment with his eyes closed by this point in his life. He was praying she would answer the door, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to kiss her. God did he want to kiss her. He parked in visitors and saw her car parked in the normal spot, some old lady let him in the front door so he didn’t even get the rejection of buzzing. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hand hovering over the door, fist ready to knock. He took a deep breath and knocked, his entire body freezing up, he’d never told anyone that he was inlove with them before. He’d never been inlove with anyone else but her. She swung the door open, she was in his old Weezer tshirt with nothing but boy short underwear underneath. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and opened his mouth to speak, she slammed the door in his face. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here Luke?” She shouted through the door. 

“Please Y/N..open the door..” He mumbled against the hard wood. 

“I’m not really up for being completely humiliated today thank you.” She said and Luke’s heart slowed down and started to hurt at the fact that he had hurt her. She was tough, rarely ever cried, never reacted to the things people would say about her. 

“Remember when we first met? Remember when you called me a lanky fuckhead?” He heard her stifle a giggle from behind the door. “We’ve come a long ass way since then. You’ve been there for me during the best and worst times of my life, you’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you go this easy.” He breathed out and the door flew open. She was internally fighting every urge to kiss him, he could see it in her eyes.

“Say it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Or I’ll shut the door in 3-2-”

“I’m inlove with you.” He spat out and it felt like a 500 pound weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “I love your curves and all your edges..all your perfect imperfections-” She laughed and punched his shoulder.

“Stop quoting John Legend lyrics you idiot, can’t you just be serious for one second?” She pulled him in by the collar of the shirt and wrapped her arms around him, digging her face into his chest. “I missed you…so much. It was so weird..not talking to you, it killed me. You look like shit by the way.” She smiled and looked up at him, she really didn’t mean it. Because to her, Luke always looked like the love of her life. Luke kissed the top of her head. “The beard is pretty hot though..”

“Oh yeah?” Luke raised his eyebrow and looked down at her, the adorable blush spreading across her cheeks. 

“Yeah.” She stuck her tongue out and he brushed the loose hair falling down in front of her face behind her ear. 

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He mumbled before cupping her cheek and placing a hard kiss on her lips. He’d been waiting so long to kiss her, and now that he finally had, he just wanted to kiss her for the rest of his life. He rested his forehead on hers and she smirked. “God, your lips are perfect. And your cute little nose.  And your eyes, I could just stare into them forever I swear to god.” 

“Lukeeee.” She whined and giggled. “Stop being all cheezy and weird now. I don’t want this to change everything..” She frowned and Luke shook his head.

“Nothing is going to change, except for the fact that I get to finally kiss you and tell you all the dirty things I want to do with you.” He licked his lips and all the hair on the back of her neck stood up. 


“You love me.” 


“Rude!” Luke pulled her into a crushing hug and kissed her face all over, he swore to god he’d never been this happy in his entire life.