My Guardian Angel (Cas x Reader)

Chapter 1 of 1

"Son of a bitch!" You yell after stubbing your toe on a chair.

"I sense you're in pain. What happened." Castiel asks after appearing right after your toe came in contact with the chair.

"Nothing Cas, all I did was stub my toe on this stupid chair." You mutter but he seems unconvinced. Ever since the both of you found out that he was your guardian angel it has been almost impossible to do anything without him practically glued to your side. It does get annoying sometimes but he means the best.

"Looks like someone needs their protector when they stub their toe." Sam enters.

"Honestly we thought we were tougher than that (Y/N)." Dean said crossing his arms sounding disappointed.

"Really guys?" You ask, your toe still stinging slightly.

"What? We honestly thought that you could take a stubbed toe and not need assistance from your angel guardian." Dean says innocently.

"I can. I can't help when he pops up." You sigh.

"Are you sure you are okay? No broken bones?" Cas worries.

"You sure you are okay?" Sam mocks the angel.

"No broken bones." You tell him. "Okay so are we all going to stand here worrying about the state of my toes or are we going to go on this hunt?" You ask trying to get off topic.

"Alright, lets go burn this sucker. Try not to stub your other foot or we will never get out of here." Dean smirks and you all hop into the impala.

"Okay you and halo will go through the back while Sam and I will go through the front." Instructs Dean while rummaging through the trunk.

"Sounds good to me." You reply to the game plan. And run around back with Cas and kick the door in weapons at the ready.

"Clear!" You hear Sam shout from the other room, then all of a sudden you are thrown into the other room smashing through a window.

"(Y/N)!" You hear the trio shout as you come to a stop. Cas is already at your side assessing your injuries.

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You wake up in your bed and everything hurts, your head, your sides, just everything. You look over to see Cas sitting in the chair for your desk peering back at you.

"Hey." You nearly whisper as you try to sit up only to have gentle hands stop you.

"You have to rest, you broke some ribs and your wrist and have a pretty bad concussion. I healed what I could but you still need some rest." He states calmly.

"What am I supposed to do then?" you ask him, clearly bored.

"We can watch some television." He suggests.

"Sounds good, hopefully Sam and or Dean won't tease us again."