Supernatural One-Shots

Castiel x Reader

Winter.... How you hated it so much. This was the season when you got sick constantly, each cold or stomach virus lasted for a week before it was over. This week was a cold, and you were not having a good time. Dean and Sam let you stay out of the hunts during the winter so you could rest, but you hated being alone. The tv played on a low volume as you closed your eyes. Two thick blankets covered your over-heated body from head to toe, but you still shivered. Your nose was red and congested, and the headache you had only got worse. You sighed and shivered again, "....I hate this so much..." You pulled the covers over your head as you sneezed. When the sound of flattering wings was heard, you pulled the covers away slightly to reveal your (e/c) eyes. Your eyes stared into the ocean blue ones in front of you.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing?" Castiel said, tilting his head slightly to the right like a little puppy. You held back the squeal and sighed instead, "I'm sick, Cas..." You said in reply. "Oh... With what?" He said, making his way towards you. He placed the back of his head against your forehead. You blushed slightly as he did, luckily your cheeks were already red. "... A cold." You said softly. Castiel pulled his hand away and looked down at you worriedly. "Your head is unbelievably hot, (Y/N). It's abnormal." You let out a small giggle, "I know, Cas, it happened when you have a fever and cold." He nodded understandingly. "I shall care for you then..." He said and walked away to the kitchen of the motel. "You don't have to care for me, Cas! I can care for-" you protested but he cut you off, "But I want to." You blushed brightly.

He came back a couple minutes later with a wet rag in his hands, he placed it on your forehead. You sighed as the coldness of the rag cooled your burning forehead. He walked away again. You heard him from the kitchen, it sounded like he was trying to make something because you heard pots and pans clink around. (Author-chan can't write sometimes XD) You sat up slowly and looked over the couch, you laughed slightly more at what you saw. An angel of the lord trying to open a can of soup, how adorable. He soon gave up and used his angel magic or whatever to make the soup and have it in a bowl. You laid back done and laughed. He came back over to you and handed you the bowl, you smiled. "Thanks Cas, you know you really don't have to take care of me.." He shook his head, "Like I said before (Y/N), I want too. Now eat."

After finishing the soup, you fell asleep. Castiel checked your temperature again, your fever had gone down a degree or so. He removed the rag and placed it on the coffee table. He was about to disappear when you woke slightly and reached up for him, "...Lay with me, Cas"

"(Y/N), Angels don't need sleep.."

"I don't care just lay next to me dammit..."

He stopped protesting and laid down on the couch behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist has you cuddled into his chest. He blushed slightly and watched as you fell back asleep rather quickly. To his surprise, he soon felt himself drift off. He slowly closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

~bonus~

Sam and Dean came home for there lasted hunt rather late. They opened the door and were shocked to see there angel friend sleeping and cuddling with (Y/N). Dead took out his phone, and snapped a picture of them together.

"Seriously?" Sam looked at him, giving him a strange look.

"What? They're cute together."

(Second request!! Hope this is good!! Sorry for any mistakes! I'll maybe fix it later! XD)