Supernatural Imagines

Say Something

Castiel

#Castieldeservedbetter

It seemed lately that the weather reflected your mood. Today the current emotion was rain. The cold droplets danced their way down the impala's windows; disappearing from sight in constant pattern.

You were sitting in the backseat, your current residence in the car. Dean in the drivers seat, griping the steering wheel refusing to speak first. Sam in the passenger seat, head leaned against the window seeking rest. And the spot beside you, usually filled with the blue-eyed angel was empty.

Eventually Dean sighed and tried to meet your eyes in the passenger window. You shifted your seating position slightly, trying to seem unaware.

"Are you mad at him?" Dean asked once you looked at him. "Cas?"

The question left a pregnant pause in the air, awkward.

"No," you said as you traced the path of a raindrop. "We've hardly spoken these past few days."

Sam sat up at this. Not directly entering the conversation, but letting you know he was listening.

Dean's eyebrows raised and shifted hands on the wheel. "So he's mad at you?"

You shrugged your shoulders and played with your hands in your lap. "I honestly don't know. He just kinda stopped trying recently. It feels like he's reverting back to what he was when we first met. You know, cold with no emotions. "

Dean made a noise and shook his head. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I got to stop you there. When you first met, the guy was a nervous wreck. Words getting stuck in his throat, a constant state of awkwardness-more so than he is now. I hardly doubt that."

That made your lips curl up a bit, but not a full smile.

"He's just really withdrawn lately. Doesn't want to talk much, isn't making much of an effort to see me. If he's mad or upset, I have no idea why."

Dean shrugged. "Maybe he's just having a bad few days. The guy is still new to this emotion thing, give him a bit of a break. If he doesn't come to you in a few days, ask him about it."

You nodded, you could handle that approach. It was Cas, your Cas. Surely you could handle a conversation.

"Thanks Dean," you said and turned back to look out the window.

"Of course sweetheart," he said with his eyes on the road. "And if he gives you any trouble, just come get me."

You couldn't fight the tiny smile that tugged at your lips. The thought of Dean sitting down the angel to talk about his feelings was a little hilarious. Dean let out a breathless laugh and turned his attention back to the road. Cas mentioned coming around later, maybe you could confront him then?
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The hotels crap-y lighting flickered on as you three entered the motel room. After arguing about driving all night to reach the bunker or to crash at a motel, Dean finally craved and stopped at a tiny place on the side of the road.

You stretched your arms over your head as you made your way to the connecting room. The brothers started letting you have a connecting room once you and Cas became a thing. The angel never voiced his discomfort about you sharing a bed with the brothers, but you could tell the relief of him being about to join you in bed.

After changing into some pj's, you met Dean back in the tiny kitchen as he was nursing a beer.

You looked around a raised your eyebrows at Dean. Seeming to get your question, he nodded. "Sam went out to get food. Something about not wanting to go to bed hungry."