One-Shots Supernatural

CastielxReader

Hands, Eyes and Mouth

Castiel was always intrigued by you. You weren't like most hunters. In fact you were the complete opposite. You you're shy and quite when you met new people. You usually kept to yourself, but when it came down to business it was like that side of you shut down. When you hunt everything you kept bottled up was set free. You didn't want people to worry about you. It wasn't that you didn't like anybody to worry about you, it was just that you weren't use to it. You grew up on your own, lived the hunter life. You had no one but yourself, and that was what you were use to. So when Sam and Dean offered you to stay with them, you couldn't pass it up. You wanted a place to call home for once.

So you have been in the bunker for almost a month and you were still getting acquainted with the building, and lets not forget the blue eyed angel. You and Castiel were still getting to know each other, but you felt this strong connection with him. Your entire world would light up when he walked into the room, or flew in. Your mind would often drift off to the angel without even meaning to. You loved his eyes, they have seen many things no human can think of. You loved the way he would get confused with the many references Dean threw at him. You loved his head tilt when he didn't understand a simple human interaction. Love. Oh my god, you loved the angel. You didn't think it was possible to find love in this business, but here it is. But there was only one question left. Did he love you? Could angels even have emotions? So you chose what was easier. Try and hide your emotions, if you pretend that you didn't love him maybe your heart won't hurt as much when you find out that he didn't feel the same way.
Castiel couldn't explain what he felt when he was around you or simply thought of you. So he decided to ask the one person he thought could help him. Dean. He was currently siting in the bunker library, along with Sam and Dean. "Dean may I ask you a question?" The angel asked. He suddenly became very nervous about this topic about you. He didn't know what it was, and he needed to find out.
"Well you technically just did."
"I suppose I did. May I ask you another?"
"Well you just did, again."
"Dean." Castiel spoke his name firmly, he was growing impatient.
Sam spoke up, seeing that Dean was going to give the poor angel a hard time. "What's up Cas?"
"Well I need you to explain to me why I have a weird felling when I'm around Y/N."
Dean was suddenly interested. "Well, what kind of feelings?"
"Well I get nervous when I'm around her. I feel like I may mess up my words and embarrass myself. My palms get sweaty and by heart beat speeds up. But I like to watch her be happy. When she smiles I smile, when she laughs I cant help but want to laugh with her, even if the situation isn't funny. When she cries I just want to hold her until she is happy again. And I cant help but notice that her hands hold so many secrets, her eyes tell so many stories, but her mouth says so little words."
Sam and Dean seemed to have smiled at the angel's words.
"Well buddy if I'm seeing this clearly I think you're in love." Dean's smile never left when he spoke these words.
"Love." Castiel said this as if he was trying to see if it fit him properly. He liked it and smiled. "What should do about it?"
"Well you go and tell Y/N how you feel." Dean said with confidence.
"What if she doesn't feel the same way as I?"
"Oh I'm sure she does. When you aren't here, you should see her complain about not seeing you enough. I'm one hundred percent sure she loves you back."
"Okay. I'll go tell Y/N." Castiel stood up ready to head in the direction of your room.
"There is no need to Castiel. I heard everything." Your voice flew through the room from where you stood.
You could see Castiel's Adam apple bob up and down. He was nervous. You walked up to him and looked into his eyes. The boys excused themselves from the room to give you and the angel some privacy. You took Castiel's hands into yours.
"Your hands hold so many secrets, your eyes tell so many stories, but your mouth says so little words." You repeated those words to him. He didn't understand what you were going with this. So you got onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He was shocked by this action, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it either. You finally let yourself down and looked back into his eyes.
"I love you too my blue eyed Angel." You whispered. He smiled and spun you around. You giggle by his sudden actions, then he finally put you down and whispered back.
"I love you too."