Supernatural Imagines

Cas X Reader ~ 4

Misha Collins, everyone.

       Dean and Sam were once again out on another hunting trip. Since you were hungry, and somehow magically had the ingredients to make a pie, you asked yourself, "Why not? Pies are actually quite easy to make." Castiel heard this, and teleported into the room.
   "What are you doing, (Y/n)?" Cas asked curiously as he looked over your shoulder. You were currently making the crust.
  "Oh, just making an Apple Pie. I'm hungry. Want to help?" You ask, and Cas nods.
  "It would be my pleasure." He said, and looked at the family recipe that was being held up by a pants clothes hanger on a cabinet knob. Cas looked at the circular dough rolled out on the cutting board, and took an apple slice he had cut earlier. He placed it spot on in the middle. Then Castiel looked up at you.
"I made dnaE a pie!" He said, and I laughed hard.
"Good try, Castiel. Here. You can help me with ingredients." You took the apple slice off, and plopped it into Castiel's mouth. He grinned at the taste. You smiled sweetly at him and continued to make a pie.

When the pie was done, you gently placed it on the counter and slouched against a chair.
"Hey (Y/n)?" Castiel came into your view. You smiled up at him.
"Yeah?" Castiel came closer. He was now inches from your face, and you were surprised when the angel's soft, velvety lips were pressed against yours. You returned the kiss gently, and then he drew away. He had a sympathetic look in his gaze. You returned that look and hugged him tightly.
"You feel the same!"

Sam and Dean had come home to find a still warm pie on the counter, and saw Cas cuddling you. You were breathing slowly and evenly, and Cas was looking at you with so much love, Dean almost threw up. Castiel was gently holding your hand, and softy petting your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Dean saw this, and held his mouth. No one knew he was suppressing a grin.
"I think I'm gonna be sick- but this pie will help."