good lord cas

The 20 Tongues of Castiel

1.
“Have you ever seen a bee, Y/N?”

2.
“You look lovely tonight.”

3.
“I am very familiar with the essence of your soul. I have spent years watching you mature.”

4.
“Would you like a hug?”

5.
"I’d never allow you to sell your soul. Not for Sam, or Dean, or anyone.”

6.
"I just… Wanted to touch you, I suppose.”

7.
"Of course I will protect you, Y/N!”

8.
"Castiel!”
Whoosh.
"You called?”

9.
"You might even taste sweeter than honey.”

10.
"She might just be the most beautiful human I have ever seen in all my time among the Earth.”

11.
"I have grown too close to you in our time together, Y/N.”

12.
"You are safe now, I promise.”

13.
"Is that dress… New…?”

14.
"I swear to you, I will do everything in my might to protect her.”
“Yeah, Cas, you’d better.”

15.
"You know, Castiel, you look at her like she’s the angel.”

16.
"The way you struggle, the way you fight to survive, how infinitely human you are-”
“Okay, and, Cas? Are you trying to say somethi-”
"I adore it.”
“…. Oh.”

17.
"You got hurt pretty bad, Y/N. Lucky for you, Cas was around; he healed you. Thoroughly, at that.”

18.
"That girl of yours - Y/N, isn’t it? - she’s as pretty as a star. Don’t you think so?”
"No star could ever compare to her beauty, Crowley.”

19.
"You know, Cas…”
"Yes, Sam?”
"I think Y/N is as sweet on you as you are on her.”

20.
"Castiel!”
"Y/N!”

BONUS.

21.
"I believe I was created with the intention to love you. I am not sure, centuries of wandering the Earth have rusted my memory.”

2

“Now are you gonna talk, pal, or are we gonna have a problem here? Spill the beans or you’re gonna be sleepin’ with the fishes,” Cas said, leaning down and looking into your eyes from across the table. He had affected his voice and he sounded like someone straight out of an old mobster movie. There was excitement in his blue eyes and it was making them throw bits of light back at you.

“…Why are you talking like that?” you asked, doing your best to suppress a laugh.

“Isn’t that how police officers talk?” Cas said, his usual deep and calm tone returning.

“Yeah, maybe in 1920′s Chicago,” you said with a small laugh. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Where did you get that idea?”

“From hundreds of police movies from when Metatron imbued me with knowledge of popular culture.”

You smiled at him. “That’s the problem. You’re using popular culture from a bygone era as a reference, Cas. Cops don’t interrogate like that anymore. Just–just be yourself. Maybe watch Sam and Dean a couple times before you take a whack at it.”

Cas looked a little abashed. 

“Hey,” you said, gently touching his arm. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be great.”