Supernatural Imagines

Imagine being the last prophet and Castiel falling in love with you.

Adding quite the twist, just for my own benefit, because I'm getting bored writing the same old-same old. Sorry. I'll redo this one if you hate the twist, I just can't help myself!

Crowley had killed all the other prophets, but he hadn't been able to kill you. You were the last one left. When Kevin Tran died, you had known. You felt it. You were the current prophet, and would be hunted. Just have to get to that tablet. You could feel your brain force you towards the tablet, and eventually you gave in. You jumped into your red mustang, and started driving. You were getting close. You finally stopped in front of a door in the middle of absolute nowhere. There was only one thing in sight, and that was a black car pulling up from down the road. They already had seen you, there was no turning back. As the car pulled up, you recognized it to be a 1967 Chevy Impala. Three men emerged from the car. One, the only blond, instantly pinned you on the door.
"Who the hell are you?" He shouted, rage present in his voice. Fear filled your eyes. The tallest was holding a blade, in case you escaped. The shortest one, with screaming-blue  eyes, looked at you, as if he felt bad for you.
"I asked who, or rather, WHAT the hell are you?" I was pulled from my sense of calm in the stranger's blue eyes.
"Y-y/n. Y/n Y/l/n!" You tried to steady your shaking voice, "I-I'm a-" The blue-eyed man cut you off.
"She's a prophet, Dean." The man holding you softened. He let go of you.
"Sorry, we've had some not-so-friendly visitors lately." He said apologetically. The tall man put away his blade. I nodded, understanding. My dad had told me all about their unexpected guests. Your first reaction to Dean's 'what are you' question wouldn't have been prophet, but it was true. The Winchesters opened the door, and ushered you in. They introduced them selves.
"I'm Dean Winchester." the blond said, holding out his hand. You shook his hand.
"I'm his brother, Sam." The tallest one said, repeating his brother's action. You repeated your own by, again, shaking his hand. The blue eyed man seemed unable to speak, so Dean did it for him.
"That's Castiel, he's an angel, so don't worry if he appears out of nowhere." Dean joked, your breath caught in your throat.
"Yeah, most people have that reaction." Sam laughed. You laughed with him, pretending that's the reason it happened.

-Time skip brought to you by TheIndecisiveAngel, that she is. That she is.-
It had been a few months of translating tablets, talking with Castiel (who you had developed a crush on), and helping out the Winchesters. You had become part of the family.
"Y-y/n?" Castiel was ushered into the room, his sweet voice pulled you from the Angel tablet.
"Yeah, Cas?" You said as sweetly as you could. He couldn't speak. Dean groaned.
"You have an angel crushing on you." He finally said, Sam elbowed him in the side. You were shocked. You loved Castiel, but could never imagine him liking you. Pretending to be human was great!
"Y-You like me?" You asked Castiel. The Winchesters plopped him in the seat next to you, on the couch.
"Y-Yes. Very much so." His cheeks were pink and flustered. You smiled sweetly.
"Well that makes this much less awkward then." The brothers gave you a curious stare, before you pulled Castiel into a tight kiss. He was red when you pulled back.
"I love you!" He blurted out. You laughed.
"I love you, too, Castiel."
"Yeah, yeah, that's sweet and all, but we need help with someone in the trunk." Dean said. He kidnapped another demon. He and Sam headed upstairs to get this mystery demon out of the trunk. You followed. Finally. You had the life you wanted. Someone loved you, and you loved them. Your dad was rumored to be dead, hallelujah, and you were like a sister to the Winchesters. You stood to the side of the trunk as Dean popped the hood. Your eyes went wide.
"CROWLEY?!" You exclaimed. He looked at you, extremely confused, and then angry.
"You know Crowley?" Dean asked. You were frozen. Crowley nodded, and signaled for Dean to remove a tie from around his mouth. Dean complied, and you lunged for him to stop.
"DEAN! NO!" You failed.
"She better bloody know me! She's my daughter! Why she's hanging around you lot, I haven't the foggiest." You shut your eyes tight, hoping for this to be a nightmare.
"Get me out of here! Now!" He ordered. You opened your eyes. The boys glared angrily at you, and prepared to fight you. You snapped, Crowley was standing, still cuffed, in front of Dean, and a pair of cuffs were now around your wrists. The Winchesters looked at you in confusion, and Dean grabbed Crowley's arm, shoving him towards the door.
"Might as well." You shrugged to Sam, who grabbed you like Dean had your father. Castiel was utterly shocked at the predicament as they led you two down the stairs. You flashed him a pair of blood red eyes as he moved to force the Winchesters to release you. They dragged both of you to the dungeon, and threw you inside the devil's trap.
"You could've warned us she was a demon, Cas!" Dean yelled at him. You scoffed.
"She's not!" He fended.
"Obviously she is!" Dean fought back.
"Both of you stop!" You snapped. Dean glared angrily at you.
"You don't get a say, you are a demon." You were genuinely offended.
"Oh, yeah, I totally am. That's why I am able to send lucifer into a hissy fit with just a single thought. Right." You snapped. Sam looked wearily at you, as you lounged against the wall.
"Darling?" Crowley put on his softest voice. You rolled your eyes at this.
"How about getting us bloody out of here!" He shouted.
"She can't, assbutt. She's locked up just like you." The anger in Castiel's voice nearly sent you into tears.
"Of course she can! What are you, oblivious?" Crowley snapped back, full of sass. You sighed. You snapped, and his lips were glued together. He glared at your smirking smile. The brothers and Castiel stared, wide-eyed, at you.
"I can just tell you what I am, you know. He's a little full of himself." I remarked. They glanced amongst each other, unsure.
"Think about it like this. He's full of himself, and hates kids. Why would he risk having a kid with another demon, or a human for that matter, unless it could be of use to him?" You asked, as if it was obvious. You rolled your eyes, as they clearly didn't understand. You snapped up some lightning, and a shadow of a small pair of wings flashed on the wall, as your blood red eyes made a second appearance.
"The only way he'd risk it, would be the most powerful hybrid in the universe. An angel of hell." You said in a snarky tone. The brothers were amazed, but Castiel had flashed out. You were a freak, you couldn't blame him for no longer loving you.
"So you are Crowley and an angel's kid." I nodded.
"So who's power level are you on?" Dean asked, Sam elbowed him, "I'm just wondering." You snapped to release your father's mouth, as he was desperate to say something.
"Higher than God!" He boasted, "When she's through with you-" I closed his mouth again.
"I'm not hurting them. I may be a Mutt, but I still have class." They had no clue what that meant. Castiel flashed back, key in hand, and went to unlock your cuffs. You stood there, shocked.
"I don't care what you are. I wish you would have told me, but I don't. I still love you." His electric blue eyes met your e/c ones. Crowley was obviously angry, and as your shock washed over you, you dropped his curse.
"Get away from my daughter you angelic swine!" He shouted, but you both ignored him. Castiel placed a hand on your cheek, and kissed you lightly. You blushed. He truly was perfect.