A/N: Tada! It’s the first part to what will be a very wonderful Cas wedding series! :) Please enjoy; and yes, I did actually make the playlist. You can find it under the playlists tag!
Awesome Mix No. 1 // Cas x Reader
Warnings: Some intoxication, fluff overload, and rainy stormy stuff.
Requests: Cas wants to propose to the reader. So he’s looking for perfect ring and asking Dean for help(with taking Winchester for a looong shopping)and he’s nervous so brothers have to call him down and he finally propose. I’d really appreciate if he could do it while they’re stargazing and him having speech(they could be together since Apocalypse so that mean she was with him through all that crap)She starts laughing, crying, repeating yes and falling on her knees and hugging and kissing him and stuff:) ——–
——– Reader and Cas are taking a trip on a beach for ¾ days. It’s not very hot they can’t swim but they definitely can take a walks and splash water at each other, sit on a blanket. They’re stealing kisses, laughing,joking,cuddling. And when she’s sleeping in motel Cas lays his head on her chest and when she’s in a deep asleep he looks at her,smiles and makes final decision that he’s going to propose to her when they come back(he’s been thinking a lot about it but was still a little bit afraid) ——–
——– It’s summer. He takes old fashioned truck from Bunkers garage and takes her on a road trip. They listen to songs from „Awesome mix vol. 1” and sing on top of their lungs. He watches her and she smiles at him and kisses his cheek. When night falls he stops takes blanket and put in on the back of the truck. She joins him and snuggle into him, they watch sunset, talk, fool around and when it’s dark he lit the lanterns. She sees he’s nervous and after a while he kneels and propose to her ——–
——– I’d love to read story based on “One” by Ed Sheeran. Castielxreader :)
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The sputtering engine, the crack on the bottom rightcorner of the windshield, the dull paint…it was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“Are you sure you want this one? It’s just one of Bobby’s lemons,” Dean warned you as he
stood a little bit behind you, him and Cas flanking your sides.
“I’m sure,” you nodded, turning your attention to a
very apprehensive Cas. “What do you think?”
He was quiet for a moment, carefully calculating his
answer as his eyes roamed over the truck and then back to you. “Why won’t you
let me take you there myself? I’d be using a much safer method, to be clear.”
From your other side you heard Dean scoff, clearly not
agreeing with that.
“You call your little bippity boppity boo trick safe? Man, I still remember the first
time you did it to me.”
“What happened the first time?” you asked curiously,
having never had issues with it before. Dean’s ears turned red, a dead giveaway
to something secret, and remained quiet, clearly uncomfortable with whatever
he’d accidentally spilled in front of you.
Cas leaned in to whisper in your ear, completely
ignoring Dean’s look of death. “He told me that he couldn’t poop for a week.”
You snorted a little and rolled your eyes, giving Dean
a cheeky smile.
“I don’t think it was Cas that made that happen. It’s
called a diet, Dean. You might want to start eating better.”
“You know what, how about you just take your stupid,
piece of crap truck and go on your stupid vacation and leave me alone,” he
huffed, tossing you over the keys. You caught them easily and watched them
glint in the hot sunshine before looking to Cas with big eyes.
“Can we go right now?”
Cas looked a little bewildered at first but then
nodded with a slow smile, already walking towards the truck to get a move on
and have a “human” experience, as you’d called it.
Before you could get behind the wheel, you snuck one
last teasing look at Dean, who looked over just in time. You couldn’t help the
loud laugh that escaped you when you saw Dean’s very insulted expression and
those red, red ears and, through the confines of the stuffy and hot truck, you
could hear his muffled voice have the last word.
– – – – – –
A road trip was all it was, a chance to get away from
it all. But it was also so much more than that once you peeled away at the
surface to get to the bottom of it.
Cas had never been on a road trip like this before.
Sure, he’d traveled with Sam and Dean, but he’d never done it at such a
relaxing pace. Your destination was nowhere and he was content with the radio
and watching the sun make its way across the sky to midafternoon by the time
you stopped for gas.
“Where are we?” he asked you curiously as you both
went inside to pay with cash and get a few other snacks for the road.
“Paris,” you announced without hesitation, and you
nearly snorted at the scandalous look on Cas’ face.
“But you can’t drive to Paris, Y/N. What are you
“Not the actual Paris in France, dummy. We’re in
Paris, Texas,” you told him with beaming pride, nodding towards a rusty rack
filled with cheesy postcards. Some of them just said Texas, but there were some
that pinpointed your exact location.
Cas sighed to himself as you handed him the plastic
bag full of road food after paying for everything, and he just gave you a
defenseless look as you walked to the side of the truck to start filling up the
“I think it’s awful that people name cities after
other cities,” he mumbled quietly as he slunk back into the front seat, and you
rolled your eyes as his door squeaked with the strain of closing again.
By the time you’d made it behind the wheel again and
revved the engine, you were sweating with the sweltering heat of early summer.
It was especially bad in Texas, so dry and blistering, and it didn’t help that
the truck’s air conditioning took a long time to get going.
“I need a distraction,” you mumbled, and you
brightened up considerably when you saw that the truck had an aux cord for you
to plug your iPod into. The highway was basically empty sans a few other cars
driving past on the other side, so you split your attention a little bit as you
leaned over to open the glove compartment and pull out your iPod, where you’d
stashed it earlier in the drive, just in case. Cas was looking at you curiously
now and you motioned for him to hand over your bag that was at his feet.
“There’s a thin black cord in there. Can you grab it for me?”
He found it instantly despite the clutter in there and
handed it over just as he’d been told. You shifted your gaze from the road to
the stereo to keep from veering onto the other side and plugged in the cord
without a hitch, plugging the other end into your iPod after tugging the
“I’m sick of listening to the crap stations we’ve had
to listen to,” you explained, shuffling through your music blandly before
getting an idea. You handed the iPod to Cas, giving him a brief smile as you
turned your full attention back to the road. “A person can only take so much
static filled 90’s grunge stations. I’ll let you pick a playlist to give you
more human experiences.”
He didn’t answer verbally; Cas browsed through the
extensive selection until finally settling, the first chords from an acoustic
song floating out around you into the summer air.
“Ooh, my awesome mix number one. Good choice,” you
laughed, turning up the volume as you flew down the highway. Towards the middle
of the song you decided to roll down the windows, letting the hot wind inside
to blow your hair around, your laughter and singing getting lost in the
loudness of it all.
Sneaking a peek at Cas, you saw nothing but a luminous
smile and bright blue eyes, absolutely glimmering in the sunlight and just in
the way they always did when he was happy.
“Sing it!” you shouted over the wind, letting your
left hand drift out the open window to feel the air rush through the spaces
between your fingers.
“All I need is to be struck, by, your electric love!”
Both of you were terribly off-key, but both of you
Both of you were beyond happy.
– – – – –
“Welcome to New Orleans,” you gaped, surprised you’d
made it this far. The truck was running on fumes at this point and you’d
steered yourselves into a basically empty gas station; it was getting close to
midnight so you didn’t expect too many people to be there.
The store itself was closed but you had a credit card
readily available and hopped out to pay in front of the pump. In the background
of your concentration, you heard the door to Cas’ side of the truck creak open
and shut, and he was by your side moments later.
“Are you tired?” he asked you seriously, and you only
turned to him once the pump was inserted into the truck, fueling away.
“Nah,” you shrugged, breathing in the humidity and the
slightly cooler air now that night had fallen. “But I like it here. We should
stay for a little while. What do you say?”
The world melted away once Cas had gathered you into
his arms, and it was only then that you realized that maybe you could go for
some rest. He felt warmer than the night around you and you pressed yourself
into him a little more to obtain that warm, watching the numbers go up, up, up
as the truck filled up.
“I say we stay,” he agreed, and that earned a little
smile from you.
You’d seen a motel not too far from the gas station
and decided to head over there once you were back in the truck, your awesome
mix number one still playing softly, on a low volume to help you concentrate
It looked rickety and like it had a rich history and
you loved it right away. There were only a few stories but you decided to take
a splurge and take a room at the top floor. Three nights.
“This is very musty,” Cas commented, a cough escaping
him as you both walked into the room.
“I like it,” you countered, setting your bag down on
the end of the queen-sized bed that you’d opted for. Your gaze was already
focused at the window that was supposed to have a view of the city, and your
eyes lit up when you pulled back the curtains to take a proper look.
It wasn’t a marvelous view, some might even call it
mediocre, but you’d had your fair share of nasty motel rooms to really
appreciate it. Beyond the city, though, your eyes fell upon a darkened beach,
barely visible at night other than some lanterns and dimly lit bars.
“We should go to the beach tomorrow,” you suggested,
already liking the idea.
Cas didn’t answer with any words. Instead, he walked
up behind you to snake his arms around your waist, a bright smile visible
through the reflection the window gave off. He trailed a line of kisses down
your neck, completely enthralled with you, and you just watched the reflection
with a shy smile before turning around in his grasp to face him. You shared one
kiss, then another, and another, until you found yourself pushing him backwards
towards the bed to get some proper rest.
“We’ll go to the beach tomorrow,” he finally said,
watching you strip down to just a camisole to get more comfortable under the
covers. He actually followed suit for once, stripping a few layers until he was
able to slide in with you, and you gave him a sleepy smile as you nestled
There was some muffled commotion outside but you tuned
it out so you could focus on Cas. You pressed some sleepy kisses along his
shoulder until you were able to rest your head in the crook of his neck, nearly
on top of him now as you got comfortable, but he never minded.
Within minutes, you were snoring lightly, a quirk Cas
loved and noticed only happened when you were really exhausted. It wasn’t the
only thing he loved about you, not by a long shot, but it was nice to be
reminded of it.
He wanted to be reminded of it for the rest of his
life, something he’d also taken notice of in the last couple of weeks.
Blue eyes checked to make sure you were completely
asleep before glancing over to his pants, where the outline of a velvet box
could be slightly made out in the darkness.
Now was the time. No backing out of it this time.
– – – – – –
2 Months Earlier
Dean had never been
so irritated before. Not ever. In his whole life.
“I’ve had some pretty
frustrating times. I’ve been in hell, man. But I have to tell you, I think I’ve
found my match,” he whispered to Sam as the both of them watched Cas browse
through an assortment of rings in glass cases, something they’d been doing all
Sam scoffed a little
and fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, Dean. Ring shopping is the true
“It is!” Dean replied
indignantly, inwardly groaning when he saw that resigned look on Cas’ face that
said he had found nothing in this jewelry store either.
“None of these rings
are suited for her,” he muttered in defeat once he’d reached Sam and Dean, trench
coat swaying around him as he stopped in front of them. “What am I going to
Sam cut in before
Dean could make some comment that would deflate Cas’ motives even more, gentle
as can be despite the impatience of ring shopping. “Maybe instead of buying a
generic one, you should design it personally. People do stuff like that all the
time,” he offered, eyes hopeful as he watched the idea dawn on Cas.
pricey, though. Where’s he gonna get the –” It only took saying it out loud for
Dean to realize just what he was getting at, and he made a rude face to fight
against Sam’s judgmental look. “Shut up. Just shut up. Here’s my card, Cas.
Knock yourself out. But I swear to God, you better propose to her soon.”
Even with the ring
shopping and the general decision to do this, Cas was scared. He couldn’t make
any promises just yet. He had to wait until the moment was right; partly so you
could be truly satisfied with being engaged and partly due to his terror that
he needed to erase somehow.
Soon, though. You’d
get this ring soon.
– – – – –
There were some advantages to Cas never being cold. It
meant that whenever you were, he’d let you wear his trench coat.
“What a downer compared to Texas,” you muttered as you
and him took a stroll around the city to get to the beach. Even if there was a
chilly breeze and some light rain, you were stubborn on your decision to
experience the New Orleans beach scene. After all, what could a slightly rainy
Apparently, it could do a lot.
The beach wasn’t far from the motel and you took your
flats off immediately to let your toes squish into the dampened sand, nudging
Cas to do it, too. He looked uncomfortable at first but eventually got used to
it, mostly after seeing the smile on your face.
“There’s hardly any people,” he noted, scanning the
area. It was understandable, though. The chill was picking up and the clouds
were rolling in. It was really no day for some fun by the ocean.
You walked until the ocean foam lapped at your toes
and you were able to peer out to the very edge of the horizon where the cloudy
sky met the water. It was no longer a brilliant blue you’d pictured, but as
stormy and sleek as the clouds above.
“I like having it to ourselves,” you decided, gripping
Cas’ hand in yours tightly as you trekked along the shore.
His trench coat billowed around your legs as the wind
kicked up and you watched Cas bury his feet in the wet sand purposefully with
each step he took; it looked like he was having fun with the texture of it, and
with being barefoot in public.
Nothing could be said between the two of you, though,
because seemingly out of nowhere, the rain that had been light before turned
violent, and you were drenched in just moments.
“Oh my gosh!” you shrieked, huddling closer to Cas as
buckets of rain pelted down at you from those grey skies. You watched in
amazement as the droplets plinked into the ocean, an image that was perfect and
surreal, and you snapped out of it only when you felt Cas tugging on your arm.
“Let’s go back to the motel,” he suggested, but you
shook your head quickly, feeling some strands of hair slap against your cheeks
and stick there.
With a devilish grin, you took hold of both of his
arms and steered him further into the ocean until the water splashed against
your knees, and you leaned into his side as you watched the droplets of rain
plunge into the ocean itself.
“I dare you to sit down with me,” you whispered in his
ear, your lips dripping with salty rain, and before Cas could even respond, you
were tugging him down.
You managed to sit down at a good level, the ocean
crashing against your torsos as you sat, half underwater, to watch the storm
meet the sea. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Cas staring at you more
than the sight in front of him, and you finally tore your gaze from the waters
to smirk at him.
“I know I probably look like a crazy mess right now,
but just live in the moment with me, will you?” you teased him, taking his hand
in yours under the water once again, feeling some grains of sand mix in between
“I’m always living in the moment with you,” was his
quiet reply, and he finally turned to look in front of him.
But now, you could see the real beauty; rain dripping
from his nose and chin, the spray of ocean misting over his face, and those blue,
blue eyes contradicting against the grey. Cas was the most beautiful storm of
– – – – –
“Cas, I’m drunk.”
“Then help me.”
It turned out that the storm was serious enough for
the police to evacuate any beach residents out of the beach area and to a safer
place on land. The safest place you could think of on the spot was the nearest
You’d listened to the storm rattle the windows for a
while as you ordered drink after drink, letting your clothes dry uncomfortably
and placing Cas’ trench coats and both pairs of your shoes by a heater.
Unbeknownst to you, there really was such a thing as
one too many drinks, and you were really feeling the weight of the whiskey and
beer now that the storm had died down.
“Can you walk?”
Cas had his arm around you, sturdy and reliable, and
you wobbled out with a slurred laugh back towards the motel to get some rest,
though you were sure you wouldn’t make it.
“Aren’t you a little drunk?” you asked him, but all
you got was a shy smile from him.
“Yes, I am.”
“Then I should help you, too.”
It ended up with both of you leaning against each
other for support as you walked back to the motel, getting mildly lost a few
times, but eventually making it to the parking lot before you had to collapse
and take a seat on the crackled concrete.
The air was still fresh with the smell of wet pavement
and the ocean nearby, and you gulped in deep breaths of that to distract
yourself from passing out or puking or both.
Cas sat next to you patiently, and you waited for the
ringing in your ears to subside slightly before talking.
“I don’t want to go inside. I don’t think I’ll make
“Me, too,” he agreed, then nodded towards your truck,
parked and waiting for you. “Let’s sleep there tonight.”
It was the perfect idea and you didn’t understand why
you hadn’t thought of it before. In fact, why even waste money on a room when
you had a perfectly good trunk? There were even blankets in the truck, tucked
away behind the seats, and you were already making your way over to get them out.
“I don’t have the keys,” you realized, but it was no
problem for Cas. With the flick of his wrist, the lock popped up and you were
able to get in there and get all the blankets, peering over to the trunk to see
if it was still sopping wet from the storm earlier. It looked fine, with just
some small puddles in the corners, and you carefully avoided those as you set
up all the blankets and struggled to make your way in.
Cas helped you into the trunk before climbing in
himself, trench coat draped over one arm, now freshly dried, and he spread it
over you like a blanket as you got comfortable and looked up at the sky. The
stars were visible but dim due to the lights of New Orleans, but you could
still make out the twinkling constellations if you concentrated hard enough.
“I like the stars,” you said bluntly, the haze of
alcohol blurring the sky together.
The clouds were dispersed now and you could only make
out wisps of them, and in your drunken stupor, you pointed to a few of them
blandly as if they were significant.
“I like you. A lot,” Cas said, scooting closer to you
absently as the words came out. “Sometimes I feel drunk just being with you.”
“That’s so corny. Who taught you that?”
“Nobody taught me, I’m being serious.” To prove his
point, you felt Cas shift next to you until he was on his side, facing you,
eyes slightly glazed over. You did the same, both of you staring at one
another, and you finally offered a smile to let him continue. “If anything,
you’re the one who’s taught me things, Y/N. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to
be human if it wasn’t for you. I’m glad I knew how to fall in love with you.”
His words were sobering and you had to blink a few
times to collect your thoughts and to keep yourself from losing yourself in
him. Cas always knew how to talk to you, he was the master at making you feel
better, and the smile you gave him showed that.
“I love you, too,” you reminded him, a hand on his
cheek. “Always will.”
“Always,” Cas repeated, mostly to himself, and you saw
his hand go down to his pocket, gaze suddenly averted.
He fished something out of his pocket and made you sit
up wordlessly, placing the item in your palms without taking his hands away.
You didn’t look at him, gaze steady on that lovely velvet box you were now
holding, and you felt your heart start to hammer wildly as the possibilities
started racing through your head.
He helped you open it, still silent, and you could
have sworn your eyes were about to pop out of your head when you saw what was
inside for you.
“I want to make sure that always is a promise,” he
whispered, and you finally got the courage to look up at him.
You felt as if you were going to fall into pieces; Cas
held a look so vulnerable and endearing in his eyes that you felt like he would
shatter if you so much as moved the wrong way. You realized how terrifying this
must have been for him; after all, Cas had most likely never proposed to anyone
But, this proposal was going to go the right way.
You didn’t realize you’d been crying until you cupped
Cas’ face in your hands and pulled him in for a deep and fervent kiss; the
salty taste of tears mixed into your lips and you giggled out of pure elation
when it actually struck you.
Cas had just proposed, and you were going to say.
The two of you were going to get married.
“It’s a promise,” you mumbled against his lips once
you broke away, nodding quickly with a coy smile that stretched over your
entire face as Cas fumbled to get the ring out of the box and onto your finger.
It fit perfectly in size, but it also just seemed to fit you perfectly in general. The ring was just…you.
Cas had never looked so bright in all the time you’d
known him, and the relief and happiness that radiated off of him was
contagious. You fiddled with the new piece of jewelry on your hand, admiring it
for a moment before pulling him in for another kiss, filled with all the love
you could muster up for him.
“I have an idea,” he said suddenly, getting out of the
trunk to rummage around in the truck before coming back with your iPod in his
hand, earbuds hooked in.
He handed you a bud and tucked the other in his ear as
he pressed play, your awesome mix number one greeting your ear pleasantly,
suddenly perfectly fitting the mood.
“I can’t believe you proposed to me while we were
drunk,” you snorted, feeling that buzz being replaced by a much better one. “You’re
“Dean calls it liquid courage,” Cas informed you with
that lovely smile of his, and you realized you were suddenly drunk on something
entirely different, something cornier than whiskey and beer.
You were drunk on Cas, and music, and stars, and the
fact that as of tonight, you were engaged.