Supernatural - One Shots

Castiel x Reader

"Shut it off! Shut it all off!" You yell in anger and frustration. Your eyes are sparkling with tears blurring your vision. With the flick of Castiel's wrist -you feel more than see- the spot lights turn off and the screaming stops. The only thing left to see with is a few swinging lights flickering in the abandoned warehouse.

Your back slides down the wall until the cold floor sends shivers up your spine as your knees are pulled in, hugged to your chest. This isn't right. They were my family; they took care of me when everyone abandoned me. Tears run over your puffy red cheeks as you try to forget the hours of torture given to the monsters that raised you. Think of puppies and rainbows.

"They aren't your family anymore." Cas says in his deep voice. "We didn't abandon you." He says in a way that you can tell without looking that he tilted his face sideways, confused and thinking. You sniffle. "Get out of my head, Cas."

"We didn't abandon you." Cas shuffles over to you as you pick up your head, using the back of your hand to wipe the escaped tears away before he sees. He flicks his hand once again and the screeching of curtains fills the building. They block all vision to the monsters across the way.

"You don't even know me! You didn't even know I existed 'till a month ago!" Castiel slips down on the floor beside you. His face is hard like always. You give him a look then scoot away. "Leave. Just leave and don't come back." Your head hides beneath your arms again, digging in your knees hiding your tears. A blinding white light flashes and you know what that means. Castiel has let his wings out.

Foreign warmth overflows your left side, opposite of Cas. From being broken down by the torture of your new found alpha monster parents and loosing everyone, always being the freak, you can't help but lean into the warmth. Slowly you can feel his invisible black wings pulling you in. He awkwardly wraps his arms around yours, not really the comforting type. Finally you let your muscles loosen and legs slip to the floor themselves and arms come untangled. Your head rests lazily on his chest and you bring your hand up, grasping his shirt tightly in your knuckles.

"It hurts." You admit after all this time. "Shh, I know, I know." The foreign warmth engulfs you. His wings are softly wrapped around you, protecting you from the dangers of the world.

Cas speaks softly, his warm breath grazing the skin right below your ear; 

"I am an angel of the lord, and it is my duty to protect you from the demons of this world."