Title: It’s the Back Muscles

Warnings: Half naked, recounts of violence, blood, exhaustion, fluff, sweetness

Word Count: 624

Summary: Castiel is changing in the bedroom when reader walks in- exhausted from a long day of research and hunting. Before he can finish changing she gets distracted by his back muscles.

a/n: Trying to lift my mood a bit so here’s a crappy fluff fic. Be ready for some major angst later on- i have quite the story in store ;) 

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You shuffled into the bunker- muttering a ‘night’ towards the brothers before heading to your room. To say you were exhausted was an absolute and complete understatement. Your body was sore- and you were pretty sure you had some cuts and bruises scattered throughout your body. Stupid werewolves.

You opened the door to your room, stepping in and closing once realizing that Castiel was changing. You watched him pull off his shirt- staring at his back muscles as they moved and flowed underneath his skin in coils. You walked forward and before Cas could fully turn around you rest a hand on his back, tracing over the muscles. He fell still, your cold hand sending chills down his spine as you traced the mock of wings in his muscles.

“You have quite the back.” You said softly, and he chuckled- the vibrations hitting the pads on your fingertips as you rested them against his spine. You leaned in and rested your forehead against his back- your warmth breathing billowing and spreading out across his skin, giving him goosebumps.

“I have werewolves.” You muttered, and when you felt him starting to turn as a warning to that he was going to turn, you pulled away and allowed him to turn to face you. He took you in with a once over- grimacing slightly as he noticed how matted down your hair looked, and just how… done you looked over all.

“Tell me about it.” He said, pulling you into his warm chest. You let out a soft sigh, wrapping your arms around him loosely, your head resting on his chest as you closed your eyes, his chin resting on the top of your head as you guys swayed softly to the sound of nothing.

“I’m so tired.” You muttered, and he chuckled again- this time the chuckle vibrating throughout your cheek and jaw.

“Shower, then join me in bed.” He said and you nodded, but didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to leave his arms, they were so warm and so comfortable. He pulled back and you sighed, shuffling off to the shower.

After having showered you dried off and pulled on a pair of Captain America pajama bottoms- which Dean had bought you for christmas- and a black tee that had a pair of white angel wings on the back, which of course was given to you by Cas. You left the bathroom- hair brushed and toweled dry- and threw yourself into the bed.


Cas rolled over towards you and sat up, helping you underneath the covers before pulling you into his chest- running a hand through your freshly cleaned hair and the other one wrapped around your waist, keeping him close to you.

“How did the hunt go overall?” He asked, and you huffed, half asleep.

“Well I guess.” You mumbled. “I was ambushed at one point- think I got a cut on my back but I don’t really know. Gosh- sometimes I’m so tempted to just turn and leave. Leave this life behind.” You muttered, and his hand around your waist carefully roamed your back to see if you were indeed correct about the cut.

“I’m glad you don’t, don’t get me wrong. This can suck, but I’m grateful you decide to stay. That allows me to be with you.” He said, and you softly chuckled- taking a deep breath and beginning to fall asleep.

“I love you cas, night baby.” You muttered, and his kissed your forehead- closing his own eyes as he just held you.

“I love you too (Y/n). Sleep well.” He said, and they drifted off into a peaceful sleep- neither one of them plagued by nightmares or the horrors of their past. Just the peaceful future.

Imagine Sam trying to stop you from going on a hunt but giving up when he realizes again how stubborn you are.
“Fine… but you will stay by my side the whole time Y/n, will you?”