Blue Eyed Angel (A Castiel Love Story)

The First Look

A/N Lets just start this off by saying Hi! Welcome! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction, I'm trying to just keep it easy going and soft for the start, keep your patience levels high! This is going to be epic, a bit smutty, super hot, and super fluffy. I hope you read that, and wanna keep going!

I love you guys! Cheers 

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“Bobby, I know its been tough lately, with Sam and all, but really, putting whisky in your corn flakes? Does that really seem like a good idea?” My voice was soft as I spoke to my big brother, hoping to talk some sense into him. Bobby grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘balls’ and refused to look at me. “Look, Bobby, can’t I-“ I was cut off by the phone ringing. Bobby, happy to have an excuse to opt out of the conversation, went across the room an answered. He picked up the phone and after a second of listening, said

“Who’s this?” Bobby paused "Who’s me?” After a second of deliberation, hung up the phone. He looked pissed

“What was that about?” I asked him. His dark eyes glanced at me for a second, then moved away

“Someone playing jokes that aint funny” He grumbled. He picked up the glass of whiskey on his desk, and downed the whole thing in onego. I shook my head at the old drunk

“Bobby, let me-“ I was once again interrupted by the phone

“Who is this” Bobby growled. There was some silence. “Listen, this isn’t funny, keep calling and I’ll kill ya” He hung up again and gave me a look that said more than Bobby’s words ever could. I went to his desk and poured another glass of whiskey for him, leading him to a chair, where he grumbled and sat, removing his hat and laying it in his lap. I stood behind him and massaged his slumped shoulders.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked quietly. He drank the glass of whiskey and shook his head. I understood him, so I kept silent. Bobby Singer was a broken man.

Several hours later Bobby and I had passed out together in the sitting room. I think at one point I heard the man crying, but I knew better than to ask. After a little time I stood up and straightened out the kitchen, pouring Bobby’s long forgotten alcoholic breakfast down the toilet. There was a sense of finality about the day, the way the sun came in the dusty blinds felt… strange. Bobby came in behind me, leaningagainst the table as I cleaned a few dishes. 

“Destiny, What would I do without ya here kid?” He asked, grabbing a cold bottle from the ice box. I shook my head, placing a plate on the drying rack

“Nothing but drink old man, nothing but drink” He chuckled at me, ruffling up my red hair with a sense of fondness. He was going to say more, but someone knocked at the door interupting our rare and peaceful moment. He went to get it, and I followed him quietly, dropping my cloth next to the sink.

He opened the door and staggered back a few steps. I reached for the gun on the book table, and sidled up behind the doorway, focusing on Bobby's stance

“surprise” A boyish voice breathed out.

“I don’t…” Bobby shifted his weight to his other foot, his eyes were wide and startled. I rised an eyebrow but he was careful to not look at me.

“Yeah me either” The other voice sounded more gruff now. Bobby’s eyes were locked on whomever was in the doorway, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. The person took a few steps in and I turned the safety off on my gun “But here I am” Bobbys hands reached behind him and settled on a knife, I knew what was coming next. Bobby made the first move but the man in the doorway blocked his attack. They stumbled into the room together and the man looked startled at Bobby's anger.