Supernatural One-Shots

Castiel-3

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you listened to the men in front of you. Leaning against the window sill, you smirked at their bickering.

"We need him and you know it Dean." Sam argued. "We can't rely on just one supernatural creature to help us, this is bigger than that. No offense Y/N."

You waved a hand. "None taken."

"Sam," Dean sighed. "He's not been answering for how long now? What makes this time any different?"

"We actually need him this time."

"Who exactly are you all talking about?" You questioned.

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but Dean beat him to it.

"Castiel."

~~~

A week later and you were about to blow your brains out. Castiel was not what you were expecting. He was worse. His constant talk of God and heaven was very much getting on your nerves, especially when he would say heavenly things to just get under your skin since you served Lucifer.

"This doesn't make any sense." Dean was saying, looking to his brother who was buried in his phone, trying to find the next exit.

You and Castiel were sharing the backseat and neither one of you was ecstatic about it. Both of you was as far from each other as you could get. You had mentioned just zapping to the next stop, but the Winchester's quickly shot that idea down, claiming all the extra sights for heaven and hell sitting in the backseat would be useful.

"Why are you two so worried about this? Don't you think that heaven and hell can save themselves?" You questioned.

Castiel scoffed and Sam shrugged. "Your world ending means ours does too Y/N. You've stuck around long enough to know we won't sit back and let that happen."

You sighed and Castiel shifted, his knee bumping yours. You shot a glare at him, but he didn't move his knee. "Don't touch me."

"Theres not a lot of room." He answered, short and too the point, as if his breath was too precious to waste on the likes of you.

"Would you two stop?" Dean shook his head. "All you two do is fight and bicker and I'm sick of listening to it. Either kiss and make up or at least argue when I can't hear it."

You cast a glance to Castiel out of the corner of your eye to find him doing the same. Both thinking the same thing. Kissing was the last thing you wanted to do to each other.

~~~

Turns out, kissing Castiel was on your mind more than you ever thought. The more the three boys argued on what the appropriate response to death was, the more you found yourself drifting toward the thought of the angel. Since you'd first met, he'd touch you in the oddest ways, discreet ways, which you first thought was to solely piss you off.

Lately, it seemed that those same touches were more than that, there was a heat behind it, a sort of electricity. The thought of thinking a man could touch you and it feel that way repulsed you. How someone who should never be with you could make you feel that way, that curiosity made you want to explore what exactly the angel was planning behind his stoic features.

It seemed he had the same thoughts too, a curiosity about the way you made him feel. When Sam and Dean trusted the two of you alone in the car while they took a bathroom break or snack run, you found yourself looking to where his hand rested on your knee, then later, on your thigh.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You said. He shrugged, leaving his hand where it was, knowing the statement wasn't that you didn't want him where he was, only that others didn't want him there.