Supernatural Imagines

Dean and Cas x reader--Fishing Trip

Imagine going on a fishing trip with Dean and Cas, but neither of them ever learned how to fish, so you teach them.

You tie a worm onto the hook at the end of Castiel's line. Dean crouches on the deck beside you, following your movements on his own line. Castiel sits in the chair, rummaging through the bait box. He criticizes each multi-colored bait with scrutiny before setting it back inside.

The sun still remains beneath the horizon and isn't set to rise for another two hours. The trees around the lake are black silhouettes against the navy blue sky. There are no sounds, excluding the clatter of the bait box.

Dean pauses to rub his eyes. "Y/n, why do we have to do this so early?"

You shrug. "I don't know. It's something about the fish being more awake? I've only done this a couple times, so I'm not the expert."

Finished with Cas's line, you hand it back to him and begin yours. Dean holds his rod up with curiosity. He gives it a quick jerk, unable to release the line.

"How do you—" Trying again, the line swings out and plops in the water. His eyes go wide with surprise before looking down to his hand. "Oh. There's a button."

"Yep." You throw out a line and Cas does the same.

"Don't let it sink too far. Maybe move it around a little, but mostly keep it still," you advise to Castiel who is sitting as still as a stone.

"How do I know if I catch something?" he asks.

I touch my finger to his line and explain, "If you feel some vibrations, move the line a little. Then when it pulls, yank and reel it in."

"How long does this take?" Dean says.

You reel your line in slightly. "It depends. A lot of the time, the fun isn't catching something. It's just nice to relax and talk."

"I understand," Cas says, grazing a fingertip on his line, "We don't have the pleasure of breaks very often."

"Exactly... I was going to force Sam to come as well, but he was too deep into some much-needed sleep."

Dean looks to you with betrayal. "So you let him sleep? What about me? I would love some sleep."

"Are you really going to complain about being out here by the beautiful lake? Plus, have you ever tried to wake Sam up? It's near impossible."

He chuckles to himself. "I feel ya." He shakes his head knowingly, turning his attention back to the still lake.

"I feel something!" Cas exclaims. His rod begins to bend with the pull of the fish.

"Yay! Reel it in!" You cheer.

He spins the handle, reeling in the line. The mechanism clicks as it retrieves the line. The rod bends further and Cas yanks it up slightly. Finally the end pops up to the surface. The hook hangs empty at the end of the line.

"Aw, man. I got really pumped there," Dean says, "I really thought you got something."

"Well, try again," you say, finding another piece of bait. Passing Cas your rod, you thread the hook through the gills of a minnow you had caught yesterday.

Within thirty minutes, you feel vibrations on your line. Moving your rod slightly, feeling the resistance. You yank your rod up and being to reel it in. The fish is heavy and strong, but you pull it up quickly. It breaks the surfaces and sure enough, it's still hanging on. It flops and wriggles, suspended in the air.

"Woohoo!" Dean shouts, "We got one!"

You lay the fish onto the desk and pin it down with a hand. The fish is small, about the size of your hand. It's green scales are flecked with brownish-black dots and stripes. You struggle to remove the hook lodged in its mouth.

"What species is it?" Castiel asks, leaning over to see it.

"It's a perch," you grunt, holding it down as if flops around.

"Are we gonna eat it?" Dean asks hopefully.

You shake your head and toss the hook aside. "I was planning on setting it free."

Cas looks to Dean who sighs with disappointment. "What's the point of catching it if you're just gonna let it go in the end? I'm just sitting here, wasting my time."

Holding the fish between your hands, you examine it closely. "Dean, you don't have to kill everything that's not human, you know." As you crouch down over the water, the fish squirms harder. Loosening your grip, you let it slide through your fingers and plunk into the water. You brush off your hands as you stand up and take your fishing rod.

You find another piece of bait to string onto the hook and cast it into the water. Cas grins to himself, gazing into the water now filled with ripples. You and Dean exchange content looks and turn your attention to the horizon where the sun is beginning to make an appearance. 

The sky is a paler shade of navy blue, but slightly orange at the horizon. The top of the sun peeks up over a thin layer of trees. Small clouds catch colored light from the sun, turning a multitude of colors like stained glass windows.

Together, you sit at the dock. Castiel moves his line in the water, watching the ripples it creates. Dean stares at the sun rise, clutching his rod in one hand. You smile, turning to test your fishing line for vibrations before settling into Cas's shoulder.

A/N: This one is a little late, but that's ok. I didn't get to go through and edit this one, so excuse (or politely point out) mistakes. I wanted to do one that was happier and carefree compared to some of the others, so I hope this works... Oh! How are you all surviving the SPN hiatus?? I know I was longing for a new episode the very week after it ended. Give this chapter a vote if you liked it!