Request: Can you
write one where the reader gets Cas into dub step and Dean absolutely hates it
and Cas says if you can’t respect the bass drop I’m going to have to drop you
back in hell
Word Count: 635
Thank you, I hope you
like it! Have a lovely day!<3
When Cas poofs into the room, you’re lying on your bed
wearing a pair of headphones. Your eyes are closed and your hands are clasped
over your abdomen peacefully. You don’t see him – in fact, you’re not even
slightly aware of his presence.
“Y/N?” He asks, approaching you cautiously. You’re not
asleep – no, you never sleep on your back. Leaves too much room to be stabbed
in the chest and not enough for sneaky manoeuvring to get the weapons under
your pillow if someone – or something – tries to get into your room. He smiles
slightly, remembering you telling him all of this back when he was a human.
“Y/N?” He repeats, advancing further. The closer he gets to
you, he realises that he can hear the music – despite your sound-insulating
headphones, the tunes from within are easily audible. He reaches out slowly,
and just as his fingers brush your shoulder, your eyes fly open and you jump a
mile, ripping your headphones from your ears as you sit up. You quickly realise
that it’s just Cas, however, and relax slightly.
“Jesus, Cas,” You sigh with relief, running a hand through
your hair, “Is everything alright?”
“Everything is fine, Y/N,” He assures you, “I just wanted to
come and see you. What were you listening to?”
“Just music.” You say, stopping the music and letting the
iPod drop to the bed. You pat the space beside you and he sits down, regarding
you with interest.
“Music? What was it about?”
“What were the lyrics saying?” He asks, looking at the iPod.
You laugh, shaking your head.
“There aren’t lyrics,” You explain, twisting one headphone
around your finger, “It’s all about the sounds and how they make you feel. It’s
The angel’s eyes narrow in suspicion and he leans in,
glancing furtively at your iPod.
“May I… listen to this ‘dubstep’?” He asks, and you nod.
“Sure thing. Stick this in your ear – I have to use
headphones, otherwise Dean gets all cranky – and hold on.”
While he fixes the headphone in place, you select a song you
think he’ll like and press play.
“Y/N, do you have your iPod with you?” Cas asks, just at the
instants he pops into the back seat beside you. You laugh.
“Sure I do. You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“I wanted to listen to more of your music.” He explains,
shrugging as you pull out the device and hand him a headphone. In just a few
short weeks, you’ve gotten him hooked on the music – he’s always popping up and
wanting to listen to it. You press play on the song and let yourself be lost in
the reverberations echoing through your ear.
“Will you turn that down?” Dean demands, narrowing his eyes
at you in the mirror, “I can hear it from here.”
“Someone forgot their nice-guy pill this morning.” You
comment, hitting back at him. The elder Winchester shoots you a glare.
“I just don’t know how you can appreciate all of that noise.”
“Dean, if you can’t respect the drop of the bass than I’ll
have to drop you right back into hell.”
There’s total stone silence in the car, as Dean pulls off
the road into the hard shoulder and just stares at Cas with the best ‘what in
the everliving frickle frackle did you just say to me?’ look on his face. After
a moment, you and Sam burst out laughing in unison, and you toss your head back
as the peals of laughter wrack your body.
“This is already hell.” Dean mutters under his breath,
pulling a stony mask onto his face and driving off again. You clap Cas on the
back, trying to quell the laughter and cement the memory of Dean’s face into
your memory forever.