Olive You ☆Castiel x Reader☆

12. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

//Un-edited

You groggily wake up to the sun in your face.

You brush you hair lazily and put on clothes lazily.

All of your actions were done lazily.

Not to your surprise, Castiel wasn't here.

You walk out and remember your way to the kitchen; then made yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

(A/N) I'm just curious, is there anyone else who can't say Cinnamon Toast Crunch normally? I can say it, but I have to say it verrrryy slooowwwlyy. ;w;

You hear foot steps echoing closer and you look up.

A guy in a gray hoodie and olive green shorts came in, observing a large, flat stone.

"H-Hey." You stutter.

"What?" He jerks his head up. When his eyes met yours, he quickly placed the stone down and threw his jacket on top of it.

Following that, he grabbed your arms and held you against the floor. You hit your head pretty hard, it stings around your hairline and you feel very slow blood trickling down.

"Hey! What are you doin--" He began tying your hands together, along with your ankles.

He pushed you into a chair and again; tying your ankles and wrists onto the chair.

Once he looked calm enough you furrowed your eyebrows and shouted, "Whats your problem!? Untie me. Now." Even if you tried to be intimidating, you horribly failed.

He ignored you and placed tape over your mouth, "I'm not doing anything to you until Sam and Dean get back."

He grabbed a flask and splashed the clear contents onto you.

'I thought you just said you weren't going to do anything to me!' You glare at him, rolling your eyes.

"Stay." He orders, picking up the stone that's still covered by his jacket and runs out.

'Its not as if I can even leave' You think angrily.

You struggle to get out of the knots but they're tied tightly.

'No point in even trying.' You mentally slap yourself and you look around, there's nothing else to do since you're stuck.

You soon hear echoing footsteps and see the same guy come back.

He's wearing a cleaner set of clothes, a black hoodie with dark denim jeans.

"So. Who are you?" He asks, taking out a gun and placing it on the table; making it face you.

You groan in frustration and try indicating towards the tape on your mouth.

"Oh. Right." He walks up to you and rips it off your lips.

"Thank--"

"Now answer my question."

'Whats with this guy and interrupting me?' You shake your head, "I shan't give out my name to a stranger."

He stared at you and then just placed a new piece of tape on top your mouth, "Wait 'til they get back."

He leaves the room again and you wait patiently.

Oh! And just in time; within a couple of minutes, the front door creaks open and the boys step inside.

They're all gitty and talking to each other but when Castiel's eyes land on you, he dropped the duffle bag he had in hand and ran to you, almost tripping in the process.

The same guy came in and stopped him from untying you.

"Kevin. Move out of the way." Dean orders.

Castiel steps back, waiting for Kevin to explain why you're in this mess.

"You guys know her?" He asks.

All three boys nod angrily.

"She-- I.. Oh, god; Im sorry." He turned around and cut off the ropes, along with gently taking off the tape on your mouth.

You run into Castiel's arms, his head resting on top of yours.

"Kevin. Why did you hurt her?" Castiel growls.

"I-- I thought she was a demon! Ever since I've been translating for you guys, demons, and angels, and--and dick has been chasing me down! I'm sorry, chick, but I-I I'm always so cautious now and I can't just n-not be aware of who everyone is. I'm really sorry!" He shouted, running his hands in his hair in fustration.

"Look, calm down Kevin. She's fine, see? Shes a tough nut to crack." Dean tries to reassure him.

You slowly turn your head to them, revealing the blood thats creeping down the side of your face.

"Crap!" Kevin runs up to you and starts wiping your head with a rag he had in his pocket.

You hissed in pain and clunched onto Castiel's jacket.

Castiel kissed the top of your head and moved you away from Kevin.

He placed two fingers on your wound and you feel a slight tingle, then your pain was gone.

You opened your eyes and raised your hand to where your wound was.

Feeling nothing, you jumped up and hugged Castiel again.

"Are.." Kevin began, "Are they dating?"

"Surprising, huh?" Dean snickered.

"Yeah.. Surprising. I'm gonna go keep on translating." Kevin walked out.

"No, Siree, you're getting some shut eye. Come on." Dean lead Kevin somewhere else.

You wave at Sam and he waves back, leaving the room as well.

"So," Castiel says, pulling apart from you, "You have me for the whole day. What would you like to do?"

"Well... It's Thanksgiving tomorrow..!" You smile.

"Thanksgiving? Ahm-- When the pilgrims first entered America and made peace with the Natives..." Castiel began, "And then proceeded to commit genacide and steal their land."

You stare at him for a while, "Ahh-- Look on then bright side of it, Cassy, uhmm.. We celebrate our gratitude to the Mother Earth for giving us... uh.. Good food. I guess. Like, corn, potatoes, all that stuff. Oh! And Turkey!"

"Turkey comes from the ground?" He had a weird look in his eye.

"No, silly." You giggle, grabbing his hand, "Ah, Castiel, never change."

"Well I sort of have to change... Sometimes this trench coat gets dirty and I must change my clothing to something more clean."

"Do you always take things literal?"

"I suppose I probably do."

You nodded and looked around, "I, uh.. I don't think you guys have the food for Thanksgiving."

"What will we need?"

"Ahh-- Turkey? Uhmm.. Corn and potatoes; like I said earlier. But uh we mash the potatoes, usually. And I don't know.. We can browse around the store to check."

"I thought Thanksgiving is tomorrow."

"Yes, but it takes awhile to cook everything. Uhmm I think turkey takes about 12 hours to taste amazing." You grab your phone and begin making a list of items to buy.

"So Thanksgiving... Would you like for me to make the good with you?" Castiel asks.

"Ah-- only if you'd like to. I can try making it myself." You shrug.

He nods and takes out his phone, beginning to text somebody.

About a minute or two go by and Dean shuffles in, "Hey, Cas, you texted?"

"Er-- Yeah, so (Y/N) said that she will be making a Thanksgiving dinner and I want her to have help since I believe cooking a whole days meal alone must be tiresome." Cast