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Castiel Imagine

You had met Castiel a while back when the boys introduced you. It's been a few years and during that time you both had fallen for each other. At the time you met all those years ago your hair had been shorter than it is now. Now it was quite long, much longer than Sam's of course.

Cas had always been enthralled by your hair, really fascinated by it. You didn't truly understand why, but you thought it was adorable. It was moments like these that made you happier than ever.

You and Cas were currently in one of the hotel rooms you had to stay in, to research while the boys went out to talk to the families. You were sitting on the crappy motel bed with a few books scattered around you. Cas sat at the little table with a few other books as well. He couldn't really concentrate on the books though. His gaze always found its way to you. How your hair fell slightly into your face when you looked down at the pages, how you pushed the strands behind your ear, and no matter what a few always seemed to fall back down. You seemed so focused and he thought you looked perfect.

Castiel being so innocently captivated by your hair left his chair and came to sit next to you. When you noticed him you looked up at him with a smile. You moved forward just enough for Cas to settle himself behind you, and you let out a happy hum when you felt him run his fingers through your hair. He smiled at the sound. He continued to play with your hair as you read through the lore occasionally asking him for help in finding something in one of the other books.

Cas was just about to brush through your hair when Sam and Dean waltzed into the room.

Cas ignored their presence and ran the brush through your hair. Dean gave him a confused look.

"Cas, why are you brushing their hair?" Dean asked while setting down his keys on the table. Without looking up from your hair he now began to braid he said "because I find their hair to be captivating. I don't understand how it could be this soft. it doesn't make sense to me." Cas separated your hair into three parts and began to cross them over each other weaving them into a braid. You chuckled at the look on Dean's face.

"He does this a lot, it's sort of a comfort for me now." you told him. Sam looked at you between his brother and you with an amused smile. "They just like to have their hair played with. Plus Cas has always been weirdly fascinated by their hair. Just let them be." Sam said to his older brother.

The night continued, you all researching and Cas reading along with you from over your shoulder. The room was silent, but the silence was soon interrupted by Dean letting out a loud sigh and closing his laptop. "I can't research anymore, my brain is going to explode and I'm going to go blind from staring at the damn screen. I am going to get a drink, any of you want to come with?" he asked, getting up and grabbing his coat. You laughed at his words and looked at him with a smile. "No, I'm gonna stay here, you go and have fun ok." you said to him. He nodded. "Cas, Sam you wanna go?" he offered the other boys. Cas ceased his actions to look at Dean. "No, I'm going to stay here with (y/n)." he stated.

"Alrighty then. Sammy?" he asked his baby brother who nodded his head. "Yeah, I could use a drink let's go." he said and Dean smiled. "We'll be back later guys. "And Cas, don't do anything weird with their hair ok. " he told Cas, pointing a finger at him. Cas looked over at Dean with confusion tilting his head. "What do you mean?" he questioned.

Dean sighed, shaking his head before waving his hand in dismissiveness. "Nevermind. Have fun you two. Be safe!" he called before exiting the room.

Sam and Dean had left about 30 minutes ago and you had decided to rest for the night. You turned on the tv and watched some random show that was on. You hadn't meant to but you ended up half asleep lying almost all the way on top of your boyfriend.

Once again Cas had his hands carding through your hair. He never ceased to amaze you with his fascination.

"Your hair, it's so soft. How do you get it that way, is it some sort of magic?" Castiel asked, you could hear the joking yet curious tone in his voice. Truly he wondered how your hair got so soft.

"If you call shampoo and conditioner magic, then yes absolutely I use magic to make my hair soft every day." you joked back and heard him chuckle. You could feel the vibration under your cheek that was pressed against his chest.

He let out a small laugh at your wit.

He picked up a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger, repeating the action for a while. "(y/n), why does Dean think I am strange for admiring your hair?" Castiel asked timidly. "Aw Cas, he doesn't think you're strange, he just doesn't understand. He didn't mean to make you feel strange, or weird. It's not strange, I love your hair too you know that." you said to him. You shifted positions so you're sitting in front of him now. "Now Cas, would you mind helping me with washing my hair?" you asked him, a sweet innocence held in your eyes. He blushed at the question but quickly nodded. "I will gladly help you wash your hair (y/n)." you smiled and gave him a nod before walking into the motel bathroom.

Turning the warm water on you wait for it to heat up, you take that time to rid yourself of the clothes you'd had on that day. Cas shyly did the same, you chuckled at the shy angel. "C'mon, let's do this." you smile brightly before grasping his hand and pulling him into the shower with you. The shower was quite small, and so it seemed like there was barely room for your own thoughts.

He grabbed your shampoo and lathered it gently into your hair. Massaging your scalp as he did so. You sighed at the feeling and smiled. Cas smiled too, as he carried on with his actions. He took his time to really make sure the product was thoroughly throughout your hair, before letting the water begin to rinse it all away. Watching the suds fall through the shower drain. He then did the same with conditioner, keeping it more focused on the ends rather than the roots of your hair. He ran his fingers through your wet hair making sure that it wouldn't be too tangly before washing out the conditioner. You smiled at him placing a kiss on his cheek.

You were now out of the shower and into comfy clothes, Castiel insisted on brushing your hair and so you let him. He brushed through your hair while you sat in front of him on the bed. You smiled as your boyfriend was brushing as tenderly as possible. He stopped brushing for a moment which made you whine quietly. He let out a chuckle before pulling you back into his chest. When you rested against him you sighed happily at the feeling of being in his arms.

You lean back so your head is on his shoulder and you're looking up at him. He smiles down at you and kisses your head. As if he knows what your gonna day he gladly strokes your hair, pressing kisses to it every now and again. The more he did this, the sleepier you got. You eventually closed your eyes and fell asleep.