Help

Help Me Get My Feet Back on the Ground

  OriginalImagine/Request: I got a request for a fourth part to Help and decided tocombine the request with the following imagines... Imagine Cas getting angry with you when you get yourself recklessly injured and it leads to possessive sex AND Imagine sleeping in Castiel's arms with his wings wrapped around you.

  Warnings: Near death experience, fluff, smut, possessiveness 

 Fic:

Snow fell down around you, your every footstep making crunching noises. It had been four months since that first night with Cas and as time went by, the two of you had begun going on hunts alone. The hunt you were currently on had you chasing after a wendigo in the Rocky Mountains, freezing your ass off. Cas could've snapped his fingers and the whole thing could've been over, but you had told Cas that if he wanted to go on hunts with you, he had to let you hunt.

The monster was out here somewhere, you knew that much, the problem waswhere. You stalked through the woods, Cas close behind you. Suddenly, you see movement out of the corner of your eye. The wendigo takes off and you follow after it. You run through the forest, trying to find a clear shot, but the trees keep getting in the way. You jump over tree roots and duck under branches as you race after the monster. All of the sudden, you find yourself in a clearing and you don't even hesitate, you raise your gun and fire as you continue running forward.

"Y/N, stop!" Cas yells, but it's too late. The ground beneath you creaks before it cracks and you fall through the ice. You scream as you fall into the dark, swift water below. The current carries you away from the hole you'd fallen through and there was no hope of getting out on your own. You mentally screamed for Cas, praying for him to find a way to save you. You hit the ice above you with your fist, but the lack of oxygen is causing you to become weak.

Suddenly, you see a light and Cas' face appears above you through the ice. His hand hits the ice, breaking through it; but it's too late, by the time he breaks through the ice, the current's already pulled you further downstream. Your lungs feel like they're on fire as the air in them becomes scarce your vision becomes blurry and black around the edges. Images of Cas run through your mind as your vision goes black and you begin to sink to the bottom of the river.

A hand grabs your wrist tightly, but you can barely feel it. The world shifts around you and suddenly you feel yourself surrounded by cold air. You cough and sputter, water leaving your lungs. Cas' hand rubs your back as you fall to your knees and continue to cough up water. When you've finally gotten all of the water out of your lungs, Cas takes your face between his hands. "Take your clothes off," he commands.

"Geez Cas, buy a girl a drink first would ya?" you say, intending it as a joke but Cas doesn't seem to take it that way. Your voice is rough and your lungs and throat burn.

"Y/N, this isn't funny, you need to get warm. Take off your clothes," he tells you. Your hands move to the zipper of your jacket, but your hands and body are so shaky that you can't get the zipper to budge. Frustrated, Cas waves his hand, leaving you both naked and shivering; your clothes hanging from the walls nearby. Cas waves his hand again and you're both dry, but still cold. You look around, realizing that your inside a house you've never seen before.

"Where are we?" you ask as your arms wrap around your knees and you hug yourself tightly.

"Someone's vacation home," he tells you. Cas lifts you off the floor and carries you to an overstuffed chair near a fire place; he sits down with you in his lap. His arms wrap around you tightly, almost protectively. He waves his hand and a fire starts up in the fireplace, the heat from the flames warming your skin. "How could you do something so reckless?" he asks as you nuzzle your face into his neck, "You could've died, you almost did."