Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Castiel Imagine

I wanna know what love is.

"I want you to show me!"

You jumped on your bed in the bunker. Dressed in a tank top and some pajama shorts, you were singing out your lungs. There was a sharp knock on your door, presumably the boys.

Instead of answering it, you just continued to sing. "[Y/N], quiet down!" Sam yelled, jiggling the doorknob to your room. "NEVER!" You shouted and danced. Alright, you were a hit tipsy, but not tipsy enough to not be in control. "Look, I know what happened—" you frowned momentarily, singing even louder. It kind of hurt your throat. "I want to know what love is!" There was another knock.

"Damnit, [Y/N], stop that!" This time, it was Dean. "Go away," you hiccuped, dropping to the floor and opening the door. In your hand was a wine bottle, and you were it going easy on it. "I am having a party so excuuuuuuse me!" You giggled and the alcohol was taken from you. "You need to get yourself together." Sam said, Dean taking a swig of your wine. "Hey, I paid for that!" You frowned and then closed the door on them, huffing. "You have to buy my another one, Dean!" After that, you fell back on your bed, sighing.

You say up when you heard a flurry of wings. "CASSY!" You exclaimed, hugging him. He just stood there. "We need to talk," he said gruffly, his blue eyes searching yours. "About what happened." You pouted, keeping your arms around him.

"I don't wanna."

Cas frowned and then widened his eyes when you kissed his cheek. "Please don't make me." He opened his mouth, closing it with red cheeks. "[Y/N]," he stuttered, making you smile. "Castiel, Castiel," You squealed, looking into his eyes. "[Y/N], this is not appropriate." He pushed you away, making you sit on the bed. "It wasn't your fault that he died." You frowned, sobering up. "Yes it was, I distracted him. I was the one who killed him." Castiel sighed and sat beside you. "Tough day, too?" You inquired, looking at him. "Tough day. It gets tiring being called all the time." You nodded, understandingly.

Your eyes flicked to his lips, a hunger gnawing at you. No, you restrained yourself. What the hell. You gave in, being satisfied that you could blame it on the fact that you were drunk. Although you weren't really. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his lightly, surprised when he responded. "Cas," you gasped, pulling away. His eyes held lust and he leaned you back on the bed, kissing your jawline. "H-How—?" You bit your lip, hands pulling at his hair. "I've been around longer than you can imagine." He murmured against your neck. "But you?" "My vessel." Was all he said before kissing you again.

It was amazing, and you loved every second of it. When he pulled back, you looked in his eyes with your [E/C] ones. "Damn, Castiel..." You smiled and he grinned in return. You pulled him back, kissing him deeply. "We should do this more often," you whispered, and he just nodded. "I understand Dean now." You laughed, your eyes sparkling.

"C'mere," You both leaned in again, your lips colliding.