Castiel shorts

Cutting Crew

Dean's behind the wheel with Castiel in the passenger seat with you in the back, in the middle so you can look at the both as the impala speeds down the road. You and Dean sing along to the classic on the radio and Castiel looks at you. You smile as you sing but can't help but think that he's never looked at you that way before. He watched as you continue to sing with it and when the guitar fades you look at him, "What Cas? Don't know that one?"

He looks away for a bit then you lean closer to his ear, "I'll teach it to you." Dean pulls into the garage, "home sweet home." He pulls the keys out as you and Castiel exit the car. "You and Dean share music taste," he squints at you. "Well I like other music as well," you look around then put your hand to your mouth, "I was raised on the oldies." You laugh a little, "don't tell Dean I said that." He nods and the both of you walk down the hall then you stick your nose in the air, "is... is Sam cooking?" "Well Dean did get him a cookbook for Christmas."

Moving to the kitchen to see Sam's smiling face as he throws the packaging into the trash just before Dean steps in. "Sit," Sam gestures to the table then picks up the skillet. Taking a chair at the table Sam scoops a meal onto everyone's plate. Dean digs in and even a bit burnt Dean sings his praises. You also join in and take Dean's lead, it wasn't uneatable just bland. Afterward you join them for a movie then you turn in early because you enjoy your early morning jogs.

You sleep well and awake to find your phone not in the spot where you left it. Checking the floor and all around the table, still not to be found. "Where the hell," you trail off while running your fingers through your hair. "Are you looking for this?" You turn to see Castiel holding out your phone. "Where did you find it?" You move across the room and take it from him. "It was still on the couch where you watched the movie last night." You nodded and picking your playlist you put an ear bud in, "thanks Cas."

A good run cleared your head and after a few weeks you grew closer than ever to the guys. You've become the smaller sister and learned a few new skills. You've gone on food runs with Castiel, researched with Sam and helped Dean in the kitchen. You are a welcomed member of the family and fit in well.

Walking in the hallway you hear humming and venture out to see who. Coming into the room you see Castiel in front of Sam's computer wearing Dean's headphones. As you get closer you can hear the song and know it's from your playlist. Smiling you grow closer and when you're behind him you hum along. Putting your hands on his shoulders he jumps slightly, "why Cas I didn't know you were a fan." He removes the headphones and looks up at you. "I was uh... just." Your finger runs along his chin, "I knew you couldn't listen to Dean's music all the time. I'm going for some grub want anything?" He shakes his head and as you go towards the door. "Maybe-" you cut him off, "I won't forget the pie."

You drive away and you can't stop thinking about him. He must have downloaded your playlist, with Sam's help and listened to it over and over again. Looking down to change the song through the speakers you look back up to see a deer in your path. Jerking the wheel your car veers to the left and finds a large oak tree. Your head slams against the wheel and your wrist is jammed against the dash. Blacking out you cannot feel.

Not knowing how long since you last opened your eyes you moved your head only to feel pain. Not being able to move your left arm you stretch across your right but not able to move three fingers but its enough to open the door. Pulling out your knife you cut off your seatbelt and fall to the ground. Your right leg is twisted around and you look at your wreck. Falling to your back, "Cas... Cas help." He appears quickly and looks around with his engine still running he runs to you. Dropping to his knees he pulls you into his lap. You open your eyes from a slow blink, "Cas." He wipes away your tear, "I'm here." He moves his fingers to your forehead. "No Cas, it will weaken you too much." You raise your hand and he takes it, "oh, I just died in your arms tonight/ It must have been something you said/ I just died in your arms tonight." You cough and whisper out the last lyric. His grip tightens and he begins to rock slightly. Your breathing labors and becomes weaker. "Don't! Don't you fucking dare have your last words be Cutting Crew!" He yells and screams for you as your breathing stops.