“Bobby! Your personal phone is ringing!” He grunted from the kitchen and I picked the small black cell phone up, tossing it to him. He caught it and gave me a dirty look before answering it with a gruff voice;
“Hello?” There was a pause and he grumbled “crap, alright, I’ll call you back” He looked at me and I asked him
“What?”
“The boys are having angel problems” I looked up at him, my honey eyes must have been confused, because he sat down, and explained the entire situation.
I walked into my bedroom that night and stripped out of my day clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I felt nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I was. My plans were to pray to the angel that kissed me and disappeared, nothing to be nervous about, right?
I sat on the edge of my bed, facing my window, and closed my eyes. I hadn’t prayed in years, but I still fell into the process with ease.
“Castiel, I’m uh... Praying to you… because… we haven’t talked in a while and I have questions, about… everything” I paused and tucked my hands beneath my chin “so if you could I’d love if you were here with me tonight” I opened my eyes and looked around the room. There was no sign of the blue eyed angel anywhere. I sighed and leaned back against the bed “Guess not” I whispered. Suddenly there was a presence next to me on the bed. I rolled over and came face-to-face with a set of bright blue eyes
“Cas… You came” my voice was soft and quiet, more than a little nervous. It didn’t help that we were so intimately close.
“Yes, I heard your prayers. You said you had questions” He sat up, and I joined him
“I wanted to talk to you about the boys. Dean called and said you were being a dick”
“Yes. He was not impressed by the orders I had been given” Castiel didn’t break eye contact with me “He doesn’t understand the situation I am in”
“And what’s that Cas? What’s your situation? Because last I checked, the only one of us you gossip with is me, and you’ve been out of my life these past few weeks” He gave me a saddened look
“I am sorry. I was called to a higher purpose” I shook my head as he continued “I am being supervised around the Winchesters by another angel; Uriel. He is not as… understanding as I am”
“Understanding?” I gave him an odd look. If Castiel considered himself to be understanding, what were other angels like?
“I have a form of… empathy for Dean Winchester. I think it has to do with our souls intimate touch in perdition” I giggled
“That doesn’t sound gay at all” He gave me an odd look and leaned close to me
“I assure you I am not attracted to humans of the same sex” I leaned back from him a little
“Okay Captain, cool off” He leaned back
“Is that all your questions?” He began to stand and I reached out and grabbed his hand
“Castiel” He looked down at where our hands joined, and very slowly wrapped my his fingers around mine “Sit and talk with me” I was quiet “You owe me more explanations then that” He sat back down beside me
“I know.”
“What happened the other day?” I whispered. He titled his head at me, like a puppy
“I am… Sorry about that” He paused “I am an angel”
“So you’ve said” I replied. He looked away
“I should not have broken those boundaries, Destiny. It was my mistake, and it will not happen again.” I felt compelled by the broken look in the angels blue eyes. He was so handsome, if he was a human…
“Ever again?” I leaned forward again. The angels eyes zeroed in on my lips
“It would be wrong, angels are not meant to have relations with humans”
“Something tells me you’re questioning the rules more and more” I whispered. His eyes flickered up to mine, and then back to my lips
“Yes” before either of us could really process what was happening, our lips met. The kiss was blinding. I mean soul shattering, spine tingling, goose bumps, the world is ending, blinding. I have never felt more delightfully trapped in a kiss. The feeling like I couldn’t ever stop, or that I didn’t even want to, was more than anything I have ever dreamed of.
Castiels hands came up and gathered up handfuls of my red hair, and my hands reached for the front of his shirt. I held fistfuls of it and pulled him closer. Do angels kiss each other? Has he ever kissed anyone else? The questions didn’t matter because all I could focus on was him. His taste, his scent. His warm breath, mixing with my breath. The feel of his hands running through my hair. The feel of our chests pressed together.
His tongue slid across my lips and I opened my mouth, giving him access. Our tongues danced and my body tingled in response.
‘She is so warm, is this what being human feels like?’ His voice was clear as a bell in my head, yet I knew he couldn’t be speaking. ‘What are these feelings?’ My brows furrowed
‘Castiel, your thoughts are too loud’ I thought those words as hard as I could, and I felt Castiel stiffen. Our lips slowly separated and I leaned my forehead against his. Both of our breathing was laboured. I looked into his eyes
“Cas… What was that?” He licked his lips and closed his eyes
“I don’t know, but it can’t happen again” He whispered. He leaned away from me and stood
“Which part?” I felt that hurt feeling in my stomach, the one that you feel when someone leaves a scar on your soul
“All of it” He was gone, but his blue eyes never got out of my head. Frustrated and hurt I screamed as loud as I could, slamming my fist into my pillow and pressing my face into it.
“CASTIEL YOU BASTARD!” I should have known better and yet… All I could do was hope he’d come back, so I could embrace him again.
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Blue Eyed Angel (A Castiel Love Story)
Fanfiction“I am an Angel” He whispered “I am not supposed to feel” “It’s not a sin to love, our father wouldn’t have done this to our hearts if it was wrong” I whispered into his chest. Inside him I could hear the faint thrum of his human heartbeat, and the...
