Drunken Feathers - 31 Days of Halloween

This is from my 31 Days of Halloween Writing Challenge.

Request:  #11 with cas x reader!! cute and fluffy ending please ☺️

Prompt: 11. Are you drunk?

Characters: Cas x reader, Dean (small cameo), Sam (mentioned).

Warnings: Drunk!Cas, raw fluff.

Word count: 1,787

A/N: This is the fluffiest fluffy fluff I have ever written, no lie. I’m not sure if it was too much for a Cas fanfic but still think it’s too pretty to care. I hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by constiellation

The night was cold. There was a light storm pouring out, but you were dry and safe inside your small apartment.

You were feeling lonely. Whether because you had spent almost three months hunting along with the Winchesters before finally going back to your own life, or just because you hadn’t gotten news of them after their last hunt together.

You were sitting at your sofa, which was placed strategically for you to be able to look out of the window while being sat down. The rain drops dripped through the clear glass, and the lights were out, allowing your mind to wander.

You missed being at the Impala, jamming to some old rock song with Dean as Sam tried to focus on his reading; you missed pulling all-night researches with Sam as Dean drank or slept. You missed teaming up with the boys, and celebrating a successful hunt at the closest bar… But specially, you missed certain angel who always happened to appear in the weirdest moments.

You missed his baby blue eyes staring at you as you prepared your weapons; his squint whenever anyone mentioned something unknown to him. You missed his gruff voice speaking your name, and the flutter sound his wings made whenever he appeared. You missed that baby in a trench coat with all your heart, which was starting to swell by your thoughts.

“Hello, (Y/N).” Cas slurred, appearing behind you.

Instinctively, you jumped out of the couch. The smell of alcohol filled your nose as you took the picture in: Castiel the angel was standing there, his cheeks were blushed and his brown locks were messy. His tie was undone and his trench coat was unbuttoned.

“Cas! What are you doing here?” You asked astonished at his sudden appearance.

“You called me.” He stated, dragging his words.

“No, I didn’t…” You furrowed, “Are you drunk?”

“Yes you did… And yes to that too.” Cas answered, not being able to keep a still pose but instead, balancing over himself.

You walked over to him, guiding him towards the couch for him to sit down.

“I had never seen you drunk before.” You commented, not being able to pull your eyes off from the angel.

“Do you really miss me?” Cas drunk-asked, connecting his eyes to yours.

“Yeah, I…” You responded, unable to lie to him.

“I heard your pleas and I came over as fast as I could.” He interrupted.

“I didn’t pray to you, Cas.” You furrowed.

“Your longing reached to me in the form of a pray… So I came.” Cas repeated, he wanted you to acknowledge how fast he had arrived after listening to your please.

“Thanks… You didn’t have to.” You had no idea what else to say. After all, there was a drunken angel on your couch. “So, why were you drinking?”

The angel took in a deep breath, taking his time trying to find the proper answer to your question.

“Because I missed you.” He finally responded, “I’ve seen Sam and Dean drinking when they miss someone, they say it helps them forget so…”

“Did you really try to forget me on booze?” You asked with a chuckle. Cas lifted his gaze, giving you the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen.

“I don’t want to forget you.” He muttered.

You stroked his cheek. He had a little scruff starting to grow, but either way you could feel the softness. Castiel smiled at your touch, nuzzling in your palm as you cupped your cheek.

“Let’s get you sober up.” You whispered tenderly.

As you tried to pull away in order to get a glass of water for him, the angel let out a whimper and held your hand in his. He tried to pull you back in with him.

“Cas, let me go. I need to…”

“No, no. Please, just stay.” He begged.

How could you say no to his pleas after he had responded to yours? With a nod, you sat back down. The angel rested his head in the crook of your neck, eventually falling asleep. His weight was too much for you to carry; therefore you leaned back in one of the couch pillows, allowing Cas to wrap himself around you as you raked your fingers through his messy hair.

You had never seen the angel sleeping, but then again, you had never seen him drunk either. His facial features where relaxed, little snores leaving his half parted lips. Eventually, you gave into sleep too.

The next morning you were woken up by a soft, shy kiss on the cheeks from the most adorable, hung-over angel in the Garrison. He even tried to make breakfast, ending in a mess that required a fire extinguisher and a pile of newspapers – don’t ask.

However, in spite of the mess and his tiredness, Cas managed to turn your whole day brighter by just cuddling with you in bed, watching Netflix while his head ache eased.

“I don’t get it.” He would say, followed by a never ending list of questions only an angel could formulate.

As the day went by, so was Cas’ pain and with that, his release came. He was finally able to put apart the whole bunch of feelings he, through his human body, was feeling. It was something that not even his grace could resign.

“(Y/N), I think I’m dying.” He whispered as another movie came to an end. You turned the TV off and looked up at him.

“It’s part of being hung-over, Cas.” You whispered back.

“No. My body is completely alcohol-free now.” Castiel spoke, “It’s something else.”

You shifted, sitting over your bent knees. Castiel was leaning against the multiple pillows in your bed, looking like a frightened puppy.

“What are you feeling?” You asked, placing a hand over his forehead, trying to find a fever.

“I’m not sure.” He mumbled.

“Do you feel nausea or…?” Cas nodded.

“I’m not sure if this is what nausea feels like, but I’m afraid my heart is on my throat right now.” He informed, fear showing through his eyes.

“I’m sure your heart is in the right place, sweetie.” You replied tenderly.

“But it’s beating too fast, I’m sure it moved.” He insisted.

You sighed and touched his throat, trying to humour him. After not feeling anything, you lowered your hand to his chest, right over the heart.

“Your heart is fine, dear.” You smiled.

The angel furrowed, sitting up and touching every part of his body. He closed his eyes, trying to analyse himself in vain.

“I need to make a phone call.” He spoke, getting up from bed and going out to the small balcony in your room. He shut the door behind him a dialled the first number he could think of.

“Heya, Cas!” Dean cheered from the other side of the phone.

“Dean, I need help.” Cas urged. The hunter furrowed, turning his joyful mode into a serious one.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I think I might explode.” The angel simply replied. Dean furrowed even deeper, not knowing what to say.

“Wha-what?” The hunter stuttered, “Why?”

“I was with (Y/N).” The angel begun, immediately ripping a knowing smile from Dean’s lips. “I started to feel like my heart jumped up to my throat.” Castiel was completely serious, even frightened but Dean, on the other hand, was trying to hold his laughter and excitement.

“Is your heart on your throat?” Dean asked, holding back as much as he could.

“No, (Y/N) already checked that.” Castiel explained.

“What else do you feel?” Dean encouraged his friend to keep talking.

“My stomach tickles.” The angel continued, receiving a hum for an answer. “My knees are weak and, if I could, I’m sure I would be sweating right now.”

“Tell me, have these symptoms been uniform of have they ceased at some point?” Dean asked using his best doctor voice.

“They were worse when I was with (Y/N).” Castiel observed, “I went out to the balcony and…”

“Cas, I think I know what you have.” Dean interrupted.

“You do? Tell me, how do I stop this?” The angel asked, his blue eyes were full of hope.

“I think you’re in love, and there’s no cure to that.” Dean chuckled, trying to sound as manly as possible although deep inside him he was squealing like a fangirl.

“Now I know why you humans make love so complicated…” Castiel whispered, “So what do I do?”

“Tell her how you feel.” Dean simply responded.

“I already told her my symptoms.” Cas rolled his eyes, and Dean laughed.

“I mean: Tell her you’re in love.” Dean insisted.

“Okay, but what if she asks who I’m in love with?” Cas inquired.

“Then you tell her.” Dean answered.

“But I don’t know who I’m in love with.” The angel sounded like a lost kid asking for directions to get home without knowing his address.

“Cas, dude, think. What caused you to feel those things, huh?” Dean asked.

“I was fine until I saw her last night and… Oh.” Dean chuckled.


Without even saying goodbye, the angel hung up the phone and walked back in.

You were lying in bed. Your hair was messily spread all over the pillow as your eyes were focused on your phone. Cas cleared his throat to announce his returning, to which you left your phone at the night table and stood up to walk closer to him.

“Everything okay?” You asked, pressing your hands firmly on his shoulders.

“I know what I have.” He answered. You tilted your head, frowning in confusion.

“Is it bad?” The angel shook his head, giving you a half smile. “Then what is it?”

“I’m afraid being this long on Earth, wearing a human vessel, has led me to develop certain human mannerisms ; such as getting drunk, sleeping and…” Cas sighed, not finishing his sentence. His eyes were lost in yours.

“And…?” You encouraged him to talk.

“Falling in love.” He breathed out.

Before you could ask for more details, the angel grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. He crashed his lips against yours. He was shy, and hesitant, afraid to ruin this or to have you pull away; however, all you did was kiss him back.

It was all shy and slow, yet soft and so full of love. You didn’t want to break the kiss, but you did either way because you needed to breathe.

“We should get you drunk more often.” You joked, “I like hung-over you.”

“I certainly don’t share the feeling.” Cas shivered.

The rest of the day got limited to endless kissed, tight hugs and baby blue eyes staring deeply into yours.

Who would’ve though drunken angels were that fun?

(In case anyone might be curious: Real estate yenta Yolanda Yakketyyak swears on her grandmother’s genuine pearl necklace that when in L.A. young Mister Tomlinson holes up inside the privately guarded gates of a resort-style compound on five semi-remote acres in the rugged mountains between Calabasas and Malibu that he scooped up late last year for $10 million.)
—  Variety, 9 June 2016 x