Multifandom Oneshots

Endlessly (Castiel Songfic)

(A/N This is written around the song by The Cab. I heard it and couldn't help but think of him.)

Castiel frowned, tilting his head curiously as he heard a guitar being played, somewhere down the hall. He stood and followed the sound, a simple, sweet melody, and stopped short when he heard a voice, suddenly singing along.

The human metaphor, he supposed, would've been "the voice of an angel", but this was better than any angel he'd ever heard. It was her voice.

There's a shop down the street

Where they sell plastic rings

For a quarter a piece, I swear it

Yeah, I know that it's cheap

Not like gold in your dreams

But I hope that you'll still wear it

He found himself outside her door, watching and listening in silence. She was hunched over the guitar, strumming and switching chords steadily with well-practiced hands. She hadn't even noticed him, her eyes closed, intent on the song.

Yeah, the ink may stain my skin

And my jeans may all be ripped

I'm not perfect, but I swear

I'm perfect for you

He smiled a little, leaning against the door frame, getting caught up without really realizing it.

And there's no guarantee

That this will be easy

It's not a miracle ya need, believe me

Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me

But I will love you endlessly

Wings aren't what you need, you need me

This made his breath catch, and he frowned in confusion at the odd warmth in his chest, and fluttering in his stomach. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, just...new.

There's a house on the hill

With a view of the town

And I know how you adore it

So I'll work everyday

Through the sun, and the rain

Until I can afford it

He almost laughed. A house on the hill, would she really buy it for him if he'd wanted it? He suddenly found himself thinking about having a house with her, and found that he liked the idea, surprisingly much.

Yeah, your friends may think I'm crazy

Cause they can only see

I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you

His friends did think she was crazy. He thought she was crazy sometimes. But he liked that about her. He liked a lot of things about her.

And there's no guarantee

That this will be easy

It's not a miracle ya need, believe me

Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me