Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<your drunk angel> (castielxreader)

Summary: After a particularly tiring hunt, you decide to get the angel Castiel drunk.

*smut warning*

You and the boys had just come back after a 3 hour drive. You were looking for a case after the last one you completed together. It was a series of odd missing persons, all working at the same club. It turned out it was a vamp bringing back girls he payed off to bring home to his nest where they tortured and milked them for their blood until they went dry.
With the help of Castiel, jobs like this we're going so much easier. At first he was a little faulty, but after the years we've had Cas with us he's grown and gotten even better. Not to mention your growing admiration for the celestial. Since he first joined us, I couldn't help but have an odd fascination with his clueless self. He was nothing compared to the boys. But the way Castiel handled himself was.. well if I'm being honest, he's adorable. Underneath his steely, robo-cop facade the angel was pure cuteness. He was always so confused, curious about the ways humans worked.

~present~

The boys were both sitting around in the library while you and Cas were hanging around in the kitchen. You poured yourself another glass of the rum on the table. On your way back from the job you insisted on stopping somewhere to stock up on boose. Dean agreed while Sam and Castiel more-or-less judged. You slid the full bottle to the angel. He had a high tolerance, and you were eager to see how much it took to get the celestial drunk. It turns out, almost as much as you expected. He finished off the entire bottle of the scotch you handed over, and only a little more from the bottle you were drinking from.
You were playing music off of the speaker you connected to your phone, dancing in circles in the middle of the kitchen. Cas' blue gaze stuck on the air, glancing around the ceiling with his head slumped against the wall. You spun around to face him. Nearly tripping as you stumbled over toward Castiel.
"C'mon, have some fuun~" you coo your slurred words to the angel, grabbing his hand, "come and dance!"
"Oh, I,"
The angel didn't have any time to interject before you hoisted him onto his feet and began dragging him over.
"I- I don't know how." He muttered.
"Just watch my feet." You instruct him, lifting your arms over his shoulders. He was a fair size taller then you, so you sort of had to reach. You heard him mutter something under his breath as his hands slowly, nervously almost, fell upon your waist. His eyes stayed still on your feet, trying to understand.
You can't help but stare at him, you didn't know if it was the boose or being so close to him, but you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His cropped haircut, his solemn expression, how hard he was trying to get his movements right. It was all so perfect. You leaned closer and rested your head against his chest.
"(Y/N)?" Castiel spoke after a while. You peeled your head off of his chest to look up at him, "I feel.. odd." He muttered hoarsely.
"Well, what does it feel like?" You frown, suddenly stepping back, which earns a displeased expression from the angel, "you aren't gonna hurl are you?"
The corners of his lips twitched, smiling slightly, "no, it does not feel like that. I feel,"
His blue gaze scans you for a moment before landing on your (e/c) eyes, "I believe you call it, joy?" He nods.
You smile, slowly stepping back toward Cas. You lay your hands back over his broad frame, "well I feel it too." You smile, giggling quietly. You look up at him, looking at you before you ever stared up at him. Your face flushed, your cheeks feeling hot. His brows seem to furrow as he glances down. You blink, confused as you follow his gaze to his happy member. Your eyes widen. Sure, you thought angels would be made a curtain.. way but the imprint in his pants was larger then expected. You laughed, shocked by the touch of the angels hand against your chin, his eyes scanning your features. His lips collided with yours, his other hand coming up so he could cup both of your cheeks in his hands.
His hands dropped, tall stature lowering slowly as his hands wrapped around your legs, hoisting you up. His lips never parted with yours, you were in such a shocked state you barely reacted. He placed you on the metal table in the middle of the kitchen, standing between your legs. His hands trailed over your hips, sliding down to cup your ass. As he leaned closer, you could feel his bulge pressing against your core. You felt his face stiffen, whining as his face inched away from yours. He stared down, glancing back up at you, "it's pulsing." Your face reddened, "what does it mean?" His brows pin together as he stared at you.
You find yourself struggling to find the words, trying to figure out how to explain it. It seems the angel didn't exactly need an explanation, however. He leans forward, connecting your lips together. His hand falls to cup the warmth radiating from your core, rubbing over the cloth covering your clit. Your hands grip the man's trench coat, suddenly you felt eager so to see what he looked like beneath all of those layers. As he continued to rub you through the fabric, you gripped the coat and drag it off, causing his hand to slip away. Cas eagerly grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the floor alongside his coat. He connected your lips once more, shortly, only so that he could strip his shirt off. Your eyes fall to his toned golden brown body. Your hands reach out, slowly sliding over his abs. Hands reaching up to his face, you pulled into a passionate kiss. His hands slid back, fumbling with the bra clasp before tossing it aside. His tongue slid over your lips, as if asking permission. No, correction, begging for it. You eagerly obliged, letting your lips part and allowing Castiel access. The angels tongue was quick to explore, fighting for dominance. His hands slide down, tracing the curve of your spine before sliding around to undo your pants. You try your best to help, pulling the pants off of your legs.
Pulling away from the kiss, you look at Cas, hand grabbing onto the waistband of his pants, "wanna make it fair?" You smirk. The angel swallowed hard, his hands hurriedly undoing his buckle and dropping his pants, tripping over them as they hung around his ankles, sending his face falling between your breasts.
You both laugh slightly after he kicks the pants away and looks back up at you. You pull his face closer and connect the kiss again. Your hand slips under his boxers, taking his throbbing length into your hand. He stiffens, struggling to keep his lips connected to yours as you pump your hand around his member. He pulls you closer, thumbs hooking under the hem of your panties, hands quickly pulling them off. He drops his boxers and you pull your hand away.
He breaks away from the kiss, his lips traveling down to the nook of your neck as he aligns himself at your entrance. He quickly thrusts into you, your arms rushing to wrap around him. Your fingers dig in to his back, leaving crescent moons in his skin. He continues to thrust into you, completely forgetting about the boys in the library as you voice the amazing feelings,
"You feel so good." The angel let's out an almost animalistic growl as he thrusts himself deeper, harder inside you. "Castiel, I-Hnng~" you moan out as his hand snakes up around your neck. How did he know how to do this so well? I bet Dean lended him some of his-
Your thoughts are interrupted as the angel pulls you from the table. He drops you to the floor and quickly spins you around.
If Dean is the one who educated this man, I really need to thank him.
Your in utter shock as the man pulls your arms around your back, and repositions himself at your entrance. His hips snap forward as he thrusts into you, a moan falling on your lips. His lips press against your neck, leaving small red marks behind. His hand easily holds both of yours behind your back, the other placed firmly on your hip. He pulled out slowly and with another hard, fast thrust, plunged into you. Hitting that sensitive spot just right. He continued doing so, eventually getting faster. You wanted so bad to be able to have something to grab onto. His pace only got faster, and you could feel the pressure building in your stomach. Your legs threatened to buckle, feeling that you wouldn't be able to keep yourself upright much longer. The impeding sense of your climax was heightening, and this time your knees did buckle. Cas was quick to release his grip on your hands, quickly scooping you up before you fell. He leaned around you, panting and out of breath you meet his gaze. He looks so worried. It's adorable.
"Are you alright?" He said between pants, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You nod, to flustered to speak. "Are you sure you are okay? We can-we should stop." He nods, eyes glazed over with deep worry. You whine, you were already so close.
"Please Castiel," you whimper, "don't stop."
He nods, smirking. You reach ahead of you to the table, using it to keep yourself upright instead of  on the floor. Cas again presses his length into you, gasping. You already felt the pressure rebuilding. He gripped your hips and brought you down on him, somehow aware on how to hit that one spot just right. He rebuilt the pace, quick and hard just as it was before. Your knees still felt weak, but Castiels grip on you helped. He kept pounding into you, muttering lowly, "Fuck, (Y/N)," as he attempts to push himself even deeper into you. Your head fell back, the orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Your hands clenched into fists as he slowly pressed into you, both riding out your highs. He slowly pulled out, his hands wiping the beads of sweat off of his face. He kisses the nook of your neck, carefully turning you to face him. He pulls your body against his, one hand on your waist while the other brushed the hair behind your ear. He pressed his lips into yours, kissing you softly. He lowered his hand and pulled away from the kiss as he lifted you onto the table. He leaned down and grabbed the heap of clothes on the floor.
Castiel helped dress you, you told him that he really didn't have to, but the angel insisted. He put on his clothes and draped his trench coat over your shoulders.
"Would you like to take a shower?" With an exhausted smile, you nodded. You were sitting up on the table, where Cas had placed you.
"I, um. Cas? I might need help." Your face flushes. Cas walked over, lifting you from the table, carrying you bridal style in his muscular arms toward the showers.
"Do you want help?" He inquires quietly. You nod as he carefully sets you down, keeping an arm around you. He sat you down on the toilet seat, walking over to the shower.
(I honestly don't remember the placement of the bathroom, so roll with whatever I get wrong xd)
"I want a bath." You spoke, quietly however. The way Cas treated you made you feel so delicate, and you couldn't help but adore him even more for it. He looks back at you, flashing a cheeky smile before switching the water to flow into the tub. He held his hand under the stream, making sure it was a good temperature. He walked back over to you, sitting down in front of the toilet. He sat with his legs crossed, staring up at you. You smile, dear god he was adorable. Shocking for how rough he was just moments earlier. His head drops to the side, his hands lifting to rest on your knees.
"May I brush your hair?" He blinks up at you, earning a confused expression. You laugh, waiting for him to say he was joking. It seems he was, in fact, not joking. You place your hands over his, your thumbs running over the grooves of his knuckles. You nod, patting his hands. "Okay, you can brush my hair." You chuckle. He springs onto his feet, seeming rather excited. He grabs the brush off of the sink, walking back over. He sits behind you, on the tank of the toilet. He starts running the brush through the lower part of your (h/c) hair. He goes about any tangles so gently, peering around to look at your face anytime he finds one to make sure he didn't hurt you. He finished brushing your hair, and hopped off of the toilet to stop the bath from overflowing. You start stripping yourself of your clothes, setting them on the tank. You can feel his eyes wandering over your body, stuck particularly on the bruises he left on your neck. Castiel helps you into the warm water, a relieved sigh escaping your lips as you submerged yourself into the bath. Cas crouched beside the tub, eager to see you enjoying it.
You look over at his smiling face, tapping your hand on the surface of the water, "are you gonna get in?" You asked quietly. You didn't know why, but you couldn't help even being this far away from him. He nodded slowly, stripping himself of his clothes. Still you couldn't help but stare, watching as his muscles rippled. Your eyes traveled down to his member, blushing before looking back at the water. You watched as he slipped into the water behind you. He cups the water into his hands, letting it fall over your hair. He did this until it was wet, reaching ahead of you to grab the soap. Your hands washed yourself under the water as Cas started to apply the conditioner into your hair, massaging your scalp as he did so. You hummed, leaning your head back into the feeling. He smiled, leaning forward and planting a kiss on your forehead. You smiled. "Lean back." Cas instructed. You did as he advised, his arm supporting you as your hair dipped into the water. Your eyes settle on his face, watching how calm he looked in this moment. You smile, even if he's to engaged in rinsing your hair to notice. You swear you could stay here, in this moment, for as long as you lived. He rinsed out the conditioner, slowly lifting you back up.
"Would you like to return to your room?" You look back at him, nodding. He lifts himself out grabbing a towel for himself and then for you. Helping you out of the water, he wraps you in your towel, then himself in his. You sit down on the toilet, drying yourself off, then your hair as best you could. You grabbed your underwear and slid them on, then grabbed Castiels coat and slid it over yourself, buttoning it up. Your lifted your hands to your eyes, rubbing them groggily. The alcohol had started to wear off, and the energy you let off during their session was catching up. Cas dressed himself and started to drain the tub. He walked back over to you, leaving the towels in disarray on the floor as he guided you back to your room. You eagerly walked over to the bed, flipping the covers up and slinking in. You didn't pull them over yourself, obviously expecting Cas to climb in behind you. You curled up, facing the wall as Castiel climbed in beside you. He pulled the blanket over you both and curled himself around you, draping an arm over you. You had fallen asleep only a few minutes after climbing into the bed, Castiel listening to your soft breaths. Ready to wait all night just to wake up beside you.

2761 words

I honestly think this is longer then the last one. At this point, I think I'm just writing them for myself 😭
Anywho, for whatever soul who decided to read this, I hope you enjoyed!