The next Bobby
A/N: I’m making this into a two-part story because I’m tired and I think it might be a little better if it’s split.
Request: Hello! I’ve recently discovered your writing and its absolutely on spot! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is a hunter that frequently works with Sam and Dean, but she’s more of a researcher-like a new Bobby (though no one could replace him). She requests permission to study Cas in between hunts to write a book on Angels and learn more about their lore through their point of view. She’s worried that the boys are hesitant with her because she might be replacing Bobby.
Warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 1005
The infamous angel Castiel, the angel who’s name has been spread from country to country, hunter to hunter, demon to demon. The angel who has been corrupted by a pair of human brothers who fight monsters because nobody else is stupid enough to do it. The angel who rebelled against heaven for said brothers. The angel who managed to ruin and save heaven all at the same time. The angel who developed feelings over time from his love of humanity.
Castiel, the angel who cares.
You were lucky enough to even meet an angel, but Castiel? Meeting Castiel was everything you had imagined and everything you didn’t all at the same time. He was confusing at first, but over time you had grown to really like the angel.
You didn’t get to see him often, he was always with the Winchesters or somewhere doing his own thing, and you were always nose-deep in a book or a computer of sorts. Over the past two years you’ve only seen him three times, which was frustrating as much as exhilarating. You couldn’t wait for the day you met him again, then you could possibly ask him a few more questions that had been on your mind.
When you heard of a hunt in your hometown, where you were currently located, you knew there might be a chance you’d see the trench coat clad angel with the Winchesters. That is, if the Winchesters got here before another hunter.
But of course, the Winchesters knew what went on everywhere, especially your town. They had once told you that they like to make sure that everything was free from danger from their friends, which you playfully mocked them for.
The brothers were smart enough to know that if you had found out they were here and didn’t visit you, you’d be sure to knock their teeth in when you saw them next.