Supernatural Imagines and Preferences

Castiel x Reader

What was a normal life? You weren't sure, but you knew yours was far from it. You felt like a one night stand with the Winchesters. You wanted to be with them, but they had already moved on. So there left you, alone. Surely there could be something for you to do? You decided to go back to the reason you met them. Castiel, the Angel that made Dean so flustered and Sam so jealous.

You were at home one night, alone. It was late, but you were wide awake searching Netflix, thinking about Sam's cute quirkiness and Dean's protective ego. "Castiel..." His name escaped your lips, not thinking much of it.

"Yes?" A man with a deep voice called out to you, staring at you. His skin was peeling and his clothes were rugged. He looked tired in the eyes, and desperate for some help.

You jumped to the stranger, standing up to face him. "Are you the Angel Castiel?"

He sighed a little sitting down on the couch. "I was..." He looked away, "I am God." The raspiness in his voice seemed cold, but yet had an openness to it.

Your moth dropped, not sure what to say. "Is that why the Winchesters are looking for you?"

"Yes. They want me to return the souls that make me God."

"They're killing you..." You gently traced the burning flesh on the sides of his face. He gave into your comforting hand, letting you support his face. "Why Castiel? Why won't you let them help you?"

"I am a just God. I want to stop the evil in this world." He took your hand, and held it for a moment. "They won't stop screaming..." He whispered, clutching his stomach.

"Please, end this." You caught his eyes, and he nodded his head.

"Only if you help me."

"No, this is something you must do."

"I can get the necessities." He snapped his fingers, and there sat blood in a jar.

"Who's blood..."

"A virgin's blood. There will be a surprise solar eclipse tonight." You knew that there wasn't supposed to be one, but I guess him being God meant you could change the world if he wanted. "Draw these signals," he handed you a torn paper.

You dipped your hand in the blood, drawing the sign with your fingers on the once green walls. Below the drawing were word you had no idea how to pronounce.

"Crowley..." He said weakly. Suddenly a man in a black suit with an expensive liquor stood in my living room, cursing percussively at Castiel.

"No, no, no!" He looked around the room, stopping his eyes on the bloody symbols, and then on you. "Forgive me darling, I was just about to have a drink."

"Read the words." Cas stammered.

"And why should I-"

"Because I am God and I will destroy you if you do not do this." He clutched to your shoulder and the sofa for support.

The Scottish man picked up the paper, scoffing, then gracefully pronouncing each word. Your living room turned into a portal, and you prayed your neighbors wouldn't ask what you were doing the next day, or your parents wouldn't come home early.

"Y/n, thank you." The stood with his arms open wide, not sure if his greed would kill him or not.

"How do you know my name?" You asked.

"I've been watching you, to make sure you are safe." Before you could respond, all the souls went through the portal, and he dropped to the floor.

You rushed to his aid, and started to cry over his body. He was unresponsive, as blood slowly spilled from his nose. "Castiel..." You breathed his name just as you had earlier.

Crowley shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to do. "Uh... Love. It's going to be alright... I... Am needed elsewhere." He flashed out, leaving you and Cas alone.