Strategy isn't Cheating
Summary: You’re bored and get Castiel to play a video game with you.
Warnings: Trash level cheesy fluff. Consult your dentist after reading.
A/N: Based on a request from a shy anon about the reader teaching Cas how to play video games. I hope it’s to your liking, Nonnie. As always feedback is like crack to me, so don’t hold back; and feel free to shoot me an ask or DM if you’d like to be on my master tag list.
It was a rare, quiet day in the world; no monsters or apocalypses to deal with. It was the perfect day to relax and pretend to be normal. Well, as normal of a day as a hunter with a crush on an angel could be.
“Caaaaaas!” You prayed out loud in a sing-song voice. “The world isn’t ending at the moment, but I’m having a crisis so I need you to come help me.”
A minute later you heard steady footsteps approaching your room. “Y/N, I am literally down the hall. I could hear your prayer and your physical voice. What’s the problem.”
“Oooh!” you giggled. “Was I in stereo or surround sound? Or was there an echo?”
He cocked his head and squinted at you trying to comprehend your questions. Before he could verbalized his confusion you playfully pushed on his shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, Cas.”
“Ah, yes; I see.” He smiled softly at the large grin plastered across your face. “What did you need my assistance for?”
“I’m bored and wanted some company.“You plopped down on the edge of your bed with a huff. "Lets play a game!”
Castiel had played a few games in his long life, but none of them were like the one you proposed. “This is much more violent than I would expect a game to be.”
You always found his confusion toward, what you felt to be, normal human things quite endearing. “Yeah, well it is called Mortal Kombat; violence is kind of in the name.”
He sighed, still trying to process the game. “I also don’t understand the ‘mortal’ concept; this game appears to be full of supernatural beings.”
You laughed heartily at his observations. “Cas, don’t worry about the title. Just pick a character and I’ll take it easy on you for a few rounds so you can figure it out.”
He made his selection and only took a minute to figure out the general mechanics of the game. You, however, failed to mention the concept of combinations and special moves.
“How do you keep doing that?” Castiel asked, starting to get aggravated. “Mine doesn’t do anything like that.”
“Each character has their own set of special moves.” You said with a sly smile. “You just have to figure them out.”
As time moved on, Castiel was becoming less and less amused with constantly losing the game. It was funny at first, but you didn’t want to rub it in for too long. “Alright Cas, we could both use a break for a bit. I don’t want you snapping the controller in half.”
He sighed. “I’m afraid you are much better at this game than I am.”
You smiled softly at his admission. “Hey, had that been real combat you would have had me pinned in a second; even without using your mojo. I think that’s more important than being good at a silly video game anyways.”
The smile had returned to his face as he thought about how you always seemed to go out of your way to make someone feel better. Sure, you had your moments where you’d get in a light hearted, verbal jab or prank; but ultimately you were very kind and he adored that about you.
You stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go scrounge up the junk food that Dean hides in his room and we can watch a movie or something.”
You returned to your room with an armful of snacks and a piece of red licorice hanging from your mouth. “What’re we watching, Cas?”
He smiled almost wickedly at you. “I think I would like a rematch.”
You cocked your eyebrow at him. “Think you can take down the champ after the ass-whooping I just gave you?”
“I think I can.” He stated bluntly. “In fact, why don’t we, as Dean would say, make things interesting.”
That certainly piqued your interest. “You want to make a wager, Castiel? Obviously money doesn’t mean much to you; what could you possibly want to wager?”
“You have to whatever I ask for a day.” He smiled brightly, seeming overly confident in his suggestion. “Within reason, of course.”
“Ahh, I see.” You stated knowingly as you sat next to him. “Slave for a day. Dean loves that one.”
His expression dropped slightly. “I wouldn’t say slave, you can say no if you find any request too extreme.”
You smiled wickedly at him. “Alright. Deal. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have my own, personal, angelic errand boy.”
The soft smile remained on his face as he turned back toward the tv; controller in hand. “We’ll see about that.”
“What the fuck? You’ve gotta be cheating!” You yelled in frustration.
When he won the first round you assumed it was luck. When he kept getting flawless fatalities, you got concerned. After winning the third and final round, he turned and smiled at you. “It appears I won the bet.”
“Yeah, yeah.” you grumbled. “It doesn’t really count when you’re a cheater. I don’t know how you did it, but you pulled some angel mojo or something.”
“I merely figured out a winning strategy and applied it accurately. The internet is quite the resource for finding the necessary sequence of moves to acquire a win.” His voice was flat and unaffected by your accusations. “As for our wager, would you like to start now or tomorrow morning?”
“Ugh!” You groaned as you flopped back on to the couch. “Might as well start now. What do you want me to do first, wash your truck for you?”
He chuckled and shifted closer to you. “No, nothing like that. I’d like you to join me for dinner tonight.”
Your eyes shot to his as you sat up. “What?! Cas you don’t even eat.”
“No, but you do.” He said softly and placed his hand gently on yours. “I’m also told that dinner activity for a date.”
“You… want to go on a date with me?” Your voice was a little shaky from nerves and the suddenness of his question.
Castiel misunderstood your nervousness as hesitation and discomfort. Pulling his hand away from yours, he tried to reassure you. “I said you had the option to say no if the request was too uncomfortable. You don’t have to go to dinner with me if your don’t wish to.”
“No!” you said a little too loudly as you noticed his sad expression. “I mean, yes. I was just thrown off by it, Cas. I never thought you’d be interested in me.
He frowned at you. "Why wouldn’t I be? You’re one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. You’re also quite beautiful.”
You blushed and looked away from his sparkling blue eyes; afraid you might die from over-swooning. “You’re very sweet, Cas. Thank you.”
He smiled warmly and dipped his head down so he could barely see your face. “So, is that a yes?”
The wide smile returned to your face as your eyes met his again. “Yes, Cas, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”