Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Castiel Imagine

Impala Sounds~

It was late. The stars above your brothers and you seemed to brighten every minute you waited for the fallen angel. He was human now and that scared you shitless.

He could die so easily, a simple gun shot, stab to the chest, poison, disease. The list carried on and every time Castiel insisted on hunting with you, your thoughts about how he could die preoccupied your mind. Nobody knew how much his gracelessness affected you.

You figured your eldest brother, Dean, would throw a fit and keep you from Castiel. Sam would probably support you, but at the same time he'd see the danger in loving Castiel. He was heavens most wanted at the moment.

The angel drove to the beat up bar in a low riding car. Dean and you snorted at his choice of wheels. It was pretty much a pimp car. Cas cuts the engine and slams the door behind him, walking easily to the three of you.

He looked so cute, even without his trench coat, dressed in a sweater and some khakis. The sight was almost welcoming. As Castiel was in talking distance, he smiles down at you, sending your heart fluttering.

"Okay, this is a simple werewolf hunt. We've already located the human and now we're waiting for him to change." Dean fills him in. My eyes widen. A werewolf. The possibilities of him getting hurt were tremendous.

Castiel nods and grips his angel blade. My eyes find his and he doesn't look scared. I know he is, though. He knows just as well as I do that he can die.

We wait. And then the human transforms and runs out of the bar, a full beast. Dean goes rigid next to me and I know it's almost time. Once the wolf is in the woods we start to tread lightly to the trees.

It all happened at once. Maybe he knew that the angel could bleed, but it came out of no where. The trained hunters weren't even expecting it. Everything went slow mode.

The werewolf launched itself at Castiel, nails expanding and scratching through the sweater, tearing the skin and peeling it away, revealing the chest of the angel. Blood came down in streams and Castiel's back slammed hard on the dirt. I think I screamed. Thank God Cas was able to get the blade up, stabbing the wolf through its chest easily. It laid there on him.

My blade dropped and Sam and Dean and I rushed to him, pushing the thing off him and huddling around the bleeding angel. His chest looked worse and tears flew freely down my cheeks. I was still screaming, mixed with terrible sobs. Dean looked up at me but my eyes were focused on Castiel's blue dying eyes.

"Get her out of here." Dean commands roughly, his hands pressing down on the bleeding chest.

Sam's rough hands grab my shoulders and pull me away and I struggle to stay. I'm weak. Too weak and I watch the angel die as Sam pulls me away.

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We've all been in the bunker for two days. There's nothing happening and we don't speak. There's nothing we can do. I can't handle myself- I've been crying for as long as I remember.

Done with everything, I grab a change of clothes and stand. I don't know where I was going.

I write down a messy note to my brothers, telling them I was taking the Impala for a spin for a day.

I sit in the drivers seat, flipping through the stations of music, finally settling on A Thousand Years. I pull away from the bunker and drive, the song playing loudly the whole drive.