Supernatural one shots

Divine interference (CASTIEL X READER)

The bunker's dim lighting gave the space an intimate stillness. You were seated at the long wooden table, flipping absentmindedly through an old lore book. Organizing the case files hadn't kept your mind as busy as you hoped—it was too easy to get lost in thoughts you didn't want to face. The creak of footsteps pulled you from your wandering thoughts.

"Y/n." Castiel's low, familiar voice broke the quiet as he stepped into the room. His trench coat swayed slightly with his movement, and he looked at you with that curious intensity only he could manage.

You smiled softly. "Hey, Cas. What brings you by?"

"I found a book in Heaven's archives. It details celestial beings' experiences with human emotions. I thought it might interest you." He placed the ancient book on the table beside you.

You leaned in, brushing your fingers across the worn leather cover. "That does sound like my kind of thing. Thanks for bringing it."

He sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the quiet weight of his presence. "The book suggests that emotions—love, fear, joy—shape not only humans but also angels in ways we don't fully understand."

"Sounds like it has some truth to it," you said, your gaze shifting from the pages to him. "Emotions can change everything. They complicate things, but they also... make life matter."

He studied you with quiet intensity, his head tilting just slightly. "You've felt the full range of human emotions, yet you still believe they hold value?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I've been through enough to know that, even when it's messy, it's worth it. There's beauty in the struggle."

A small pause settled between you, the air thick with something unspoken.

"I've spent years watching humans," Castiel said quietly. "But there are still things I don't fully understand. Like how you've managed to find strength, even in moments that could have broken you."

You swallowed hard, his words resonating more deeply than you expected. "It's not strength, really. Just... surviving. And maybe hoping that things can get better."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Hope can be powerful."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. "What about you, Cas? Do you ever feel things the way we do?"

His blue eyes met yours, clear and searching. "I've felt emotions I didn't know were possible before I came here. Before... you."

Your heart skipped at the unexpected weight behind his words. For a moment, all the noise of the world felt far away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet.

"Cas..." you began, unsure of how to ask the question that had been gnawing at you. "Do you think love—between an angel and a human—could ever work?"

He hesitated, his expression thoughtful but unguarded. "It's rare. Angels aren't meant to experience those kinds of connections. But I've learned that love defies expectations. It doesn't follow rules."

Something inside you shifted at his response, like a door opening where you hadn't realized there was one. "So... what does that mean for us?"

Castiel's gaze softened, his expression open in a way that made your chest ache. "It means I care for you—more than I should, maybe. But I don't regret it."

The words hung between you, heavy and real, and before you could overthink it, you reached out, your hand brushing against his. The touch was simple but grounding, like an anchor in uncertain waters.

He didn't pull away. Instead, his hand curled around yours, firm but gentle. "I don't know what the future holds," he said, his voice low, "but if you want to figure it out... I'll stand with you."

You let out a small, breathless laugh, a mix of relief and warmth. "Yeah, Cas. I want that."

The sound of the bunker door opening shattered the stillness, and moments later, Dean's voice echoed down the hall. "Hey, pizza's here! You two better not be buried in books all night."

You exchanged a glance with Castiel, a quiet amusement shared between you. "Saved by the pizza," you muttered under your breath, and a flicker of a smile ghosted across his lips.

"Come on," you said, giving his hand a light squeeze before letting go. "Let's not keep Dean waiting. He'll think we're plotting something."

Castiel stood, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer, as if committing this quiet moment to memory. "I'll follow your lead."

The two of you made your way toward the main room, where Sam and Dean were already digging into dinner, trading easy jokes. But even as the noise of the bunker came back to life around you, the connection you'd found with Castiel stayed steady, like a thread woven through the chaos.

When the night wound down and the boys retreated to their rooms, you found yourself back in the quiet of the library. Castiel lingered by your side, as if drawn to the same unspoken pull that had brought you together earlier.

"Y/n," he murmured, his voice softer now that the world had settled. "Whatever happens next... you won't face it alone."

You smiled, a rare and genuine thing, and felt something inside you ease for the first time in a long while. "Neither will you."

And for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren't running from the dark anymore. You were walking toward the light, and Castiel was right there beside you.