Olive You ☆Castiel x Reader☆

7. Wait What?

Knock Knock Knock

You mumbled and rolled over.

Landing on the floor.

"Arghhh." You groaned and stood up, looking at the time; 8:54.

"I only slept for an hour?" You mumbled to yourself.

You groggily slouched over to the door and opened it.

"We're back." Castiel stood in front of both boys.

"I-I didn't really think you guys would like staying.." Your eyes slightly widened, "N-Not that it's a bad thing! But, I.. I'm shocked. Yeah I th- I should just stop talking. Come in!"

You moved and opened the door wider, allowing them in.

"We brought food too." Castiel smiled.

You half hugged him, "Thanks, Cas."

"I go to work in an hour or two." You said, grabbing a burger.

"Can we order something there and stay until you close?" Dean smirked, glancing at Castiel.

You smiled and shook your head, "Depends on how busy we are. Oh and by the way, you do realize the things you ordered are stereotypically for instagram-loving white girls?"

"What's a instagram?" Castiel asked.

"It's an app where you post pictures of yourself, coffee, scenary, and/or random funny pictures, basically." You answered.

"But it still tasted good. So I don't really give a damn. Sort of." Dean retorted, biting into his burger.

You went to the sink and washed your hands, "I'm going to go get in my uniform, be right back."

You ran upstairs and put on black pants, a black polo, and sprayed perfume on, 'I showered yesterday, so I'm pretty clean, still.'

Walking downstairs you looked at the boys who were nearly done eating, "You guys eat fast, huh?"

They nodded and cleaned up the table.

You grabbed your phone and keys, "Alright, I guess we'll get going." You opened the door and they all got out, you following behind.

Locking the door, you turned around and lightly skipped towards the side walk. Then, walking towards your shop.

"(Y/N)?" You turned around to see them staring at you.

"Yeah?"

"We were going to take you to work." Castiel said, gesturing to Dean.

"Oh- Oh no! It's fine. I don't want to be a burden!" You lowly shrieked.

"It's okay, you're not a burden." Castiel walked over to you and grabbed your hand, interlocking the fingers.

His face looked stern, he didn't seem to be affected by this at all.

You, on the other hand, were blushing madly.

Dean and Sam seemed to notice, snickering and stepping into the Impala.

Suddenly, your mind flashed to last night.

"I was attacked by a werewolf?" You asked out of nowhere.

"I--- uh, yes." Castiel looked at you and frowned, "May I see your wound?"

You lifted up your left side of the shirt but made sure no more was seen.

"Re-bandage it with more bandages in an hour or so." He bends down and grabs a small bag with a pack of bandages inside, that was underneath Dean's seat, "Here."