Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Castiel Imagine

Cake~

You've been alone for far too long. Castiel had- to your dismay- gone hunting with the Winchesters. It's been nearly a week and a half, considering they were having troubles with research and stuff.

You've cleaned up every square inch of the bunker, and have prepared sandwiches for lunches on end. There was nothing left to do. And now that there was nothing to do...you would bake.

It was a hobby of yours.

"(Y/N)?" The sound of his voice startled you, making you drop the flour, causing a white powdery dust to float up from the bag and into your face. Coughing, you turn to stare at the two deep blue eyes of your angel.

Your eyebrows ran up.

"Cas? What are you doing-"

His hands went to your cheeks, cutting you off. Pink soft lips came down hard against your own- need dropping from his soft touch. You kissed back just as fiercely, letting him know how much you've missed him. When he finally released you, you grinned at him.

"Castiel..." You hummed in appreciation, a hand going to his cheek with a small smile. He licked his bottom lip and pulled away to search your face.

"What were you doing?" He asks, letting you go and looking down to the open bag of flour. You smiled and swooped low to grab it back in your grasp.

"Baking a cake. What are you doing back so early?" You glanced at him over your shoulder, setting the flour down on the counter next to the other needed ingredients. Castiel's eyes leave yours and instead travel around the room.

"Dean said he needed his four hours of sleep. I've come to visit you."

You momentarily forgot about the time difference- they were on the east coast and you were in the Midwest. Nearly a three hour time difference.

"Oh." You reach for the highest cupboard, finding the bowl you needed, and bringing it back down to your level.

Cas is beside you in a second, one hand on your waist while the other reaches for the recipe you had printed. He squints at the paper.

"Is this cake good?"

You laugh and push him away playfully. "Of course."

He watches you move around the kitchen in silence, shaking your hips for his benefit, and humming a bit as you pack the ingredients into the bowl.

Once you had pushed the pan into the oven, Castiel had latched onto you, spinning you around and pushing you roughly onto the counter, the force making the flour fall to its side once more. Your eyes widen at the hungry looking angel in front of you.

Something tells you he wasn't just here for the cake.

He doesn't take a second longer staring at you. Your lips are being attacked by his own, one of his hands in your hair, and the other keeping your hips grounded on the counter. The kiss heated as his tongue made its way past your lips to your own tongue, swiping teasingly over yours.

You moaned against him and you felt his stubble itch your chin. You loved the stubble. Loved.

Your hands wrapped around his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He pulled away, only to pull your hair and head back and trail hot open mouthed kissed down your jaw, his teeth coming out to scratch lightly at the skin of your neck.

"God, Cas." Your hands fell from his hair to his shoulders. He tumbled against your skin, his deep vibrations shooting through your body to that greedy spot between your thighs.

"I've missed you, (Y/N)." He says, completely pulling away and releasing your hair. You stare at him.

"So, why'd you stop?" You wink and he laughs once before pulling you back in for more. He has no problem peeling off your shirt, hands trailing down your torso and running between your breasts.

Next came the pants, and his shirt. The atmosphere had changed from fun-loving to hot and heavy minutes ago. And you weren't arguing. The cake you had put in the oven was long forgotten. Cas hoisted you from the counter, tightening your legs around his waist, before moving away from the counter to the nearest wall, slamming your back against it. You groaned, immediately running your hands through his hair and leaving light scratches at his shoulder blades.

He moaned, pushing his face in the crook of your neck. It was then that you found the button of his pants, easily pushing it through the holes and unzipping the fabric.

Castiel was quick to hold you against the wall with his hips, using his own hands to pull his pants down, letting them drop to his ankles as he kicked them off. His lips hadn't left yours in minutes and you were starting to feel your wetness seep through your panties.

He groaned as he grinder his hips into yours, your breath catching.

"I'm reading your thoughts," His lips still against your skin as he spoke, hands on your ass, pinching. You gasped. "I like them."

His fingers loop in your panties, almost sliding them past your hips when the alarm of the oven beeped, startling you both. You jumped down from his hips, cheeks flaming. Castiel licked his lips as you walked away, following so close behind you that could feel his breath.

You got the cake out of the oven just in time before it burnt.

"Now, where were we?" You questioned, turning back around. Castiel bit his lip and smiled down at you.

"I still have three hours before Dean wakes up." He informs. Your brows raise. "And what should we do until then?" You asked mischievously.

"I have ideas." His voice was deeper, and he came closer.