Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

So Warm

Characters: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: It's so cold in the Bunker and Castiel radiates heat. You do the math.

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There hadn't been a break in between to actually focus on the problem at hand. Plus, it was Dean who said that no one would be in the Bunker to get cold, but that was beside the point. When you got home from the last hunt, it had been so cold that you almost opted to stay outside where at least it was a few degrees hotter.

Dean had been at that damn heater for the past few hours, he should have been done by now. Instead of leaving your warm spot on the couch, you decided to just suck it up and hope the movie was distracting enough for you.

"May I join you?" Castiel asked from behind the couch. Every atom in your body froze at the sound of his voice. For the past month, you had been avoiding him because you knew that if you looked into his ocean blue eyes, you would confess everything you had been purposely keeping inside of you for years.

When you first joined the brothers, Castiel was spending most of his time in Heaven to keep it from collapsing on itself. The first time you met him will always be scarred into your brain; you would never forget it.

Shit, you always do this. Whenever you take a shower, you always manage to forget your clothes and the towels the motel provides always seem to be too short for your body. Opening the bathroom door a smidge, you peeked around to see if one or both brothers were in the room before deciding that it was safe.

Walking out, you clutched the towel close to your body before spotting a note on your neatly made bed. Snatching it from the pillow, you read what Dean had to say.

We went out to get some food before we hit the road. We know what you like. Be back in 30.

Hopefully, they left not long ago, so that gave you some time to actually get dressed without any prying eyes. Dropping the towel on the floor, you reached for your clothes when you heard the flutter of wings.

"Sam, Dean–oh my," Castiel appeared in the room, not aware of who you were or your state.

"What the fuck!" you screamed, grabbing your towel and clutching it to your body. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name's Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord."

"Get out!" you yelled, watching as he disappeared right before your eyes. The fuck? Sam and Dean better have a good explanation for what just happened.

Castiel had never been more uncomfortable than he did that day. You forgave him once you heard of the things he's done to the brothers, but you didn't look at him the same way again. The soft baby angel the Winchesters described didn't amount to who you saw every day for the next 4 years.

The older he got, the more masculine he became. He grew more powerful, more caring, and less of an asshole. He captivated your every dream, and it took you everything in you not to jump him whenever he walked into the room. He radiated confidence, something that you just didn't have. Not when it comes to him.

Why would he want to date you? He's a celestial being that has been alive for millennia. You're just a human that is inferior to his kind. What good would come to him in dating you?

"Yeah, go ahead," you said, shifting away from him just an inch when he took a seat. He didn't care what was playing, as long as he was watching it with you. The movie played, but all you could think about besides Castiel was the cold. Despite your body temperature heating up a few degrees when he walked in, you were still shivering to the bone. You went to pull the blanket over your shoulders when you felt the first wave of warmth come from the angel. Somehow, his warmth was radiating onto you, and whether or not he was doing it on purpose, you couldn't help but gravitate toward it.

Letting the blanket drop a few inches, the heat surrounded you comfortably. Closing your eyes, you soaked in the heat until you felt your arm touch his. Snapping your eyes open, you looked at Castiel who was staring at you. Was that a slight hint of a smile you thought you saw?

"I am so sorry," you jumped away from him. "It was an accident. You're just so warm and this bunker is just so cold."

"It's okay," he smiled, taking your arm gently in his hand as he pulled you closer to him. A red blush crept up your neck, but you allowed yourself to sink into his body. He used his grace to make sure you weren't cold. He could have easily done it with you sitting on the other side of the room, but he just likes the thought of you being in his arms.