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Won't You

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, Pride and Prejudice spoilers (is that even a warning?), mentions of a near death experience from an earlier part of the series, smut (sex in Heaven if that bothers you), slight possessiveness

A/N: I really love writing this series :) 

Fic:

When you woke up this morning, Cas hadn't been by your side. He had been acting strange lately, distant and secretive. It was actually starting to worry you. You were afraid that he was getting ready to leave you. The note he left on his pillow wasn't any comfort either. It was simple ...

Y/N,

Meet me for dinner in the bunker's kitchen at 6 PM. We need to talk.

~ Castiel

The note was so vague that it could mean anything; and the 'we need to talk' bit worried you.

You had walked around the bunker looking for Cas, but never found him. Dean had stopped you and asked you to clean all of the weapons in the bunker. "Seriously?" you asked, "All of them?"

"Yep!" Dean had said, "Sam and I are going on a big hunt soon and we don't actually know what we're hunting. We need all the weapons just in case." You had rolled your eyes at him but set to work none the less.

Sam had brought you lunch and you asked him why you were the only one cleaning the weapons. His only response was, "Dean and I need to research." He had placed the plate on a table near you and walked away without saying another word. Why the Hell was everyone acting so weird? It was driving you crazy.

When 6 PM rolled around, you laid down the weapon you were currently cleaning and headed off towards the kitchen. The sounds of pots and pans clanging on the counters and in the sink reach your ears. "Y/N, would you -" Cas begins but you cut him off.

"Sure Cas, what do you need?" you ask and he jumps before spinning around. The sight made you giggle nervously, you'd never startled the angel before. Normally he was the one to sneak up on you.

"I, um, Y/N, w-would you, um, set the t-table? Please," Cas stutters. You furrow your eyebrows at him but move to grab two plates and set them on the table followed by silverware and glasses.

"Is there anything else I can do to help?" you ask.

"No, please sit," he tells you and you follow his suggestion. You sit at the table and watch as he cooks frantically. Thinking back, you'd never seen him cook. Whenever he made food for you it was always with a snap of his fingers or a wave of his hand, never actually prepared by Cas. He shifts from foot to foot and keeps glancing at you over his shoulder. The scene would be funny if it didn't make you so nervous.

Cas turns around and brings the food he's prepared to the table, your favorite meal. He plates the food before pouring your drinks and sitting across from you. "I apologize," he says, "I meant to have the food prepared before you arrived."

"It's ok Cas," you respond, "I don't mind waiting." Cas watches you as you pick up your fork and take the first bite. You smile around the fork as the flavors wash over your tongue. "This is amazing Cas! You should cook more often," you tell him.

"Thank you," Cas responds quietly as he looks down at his plate, his face turning red. He picks up his fork and begins picking at his food. His hands shake lightly and his eyes avoid meeting yours.

"Cas, what's wrong?" you ask as you reach out to take his hand. He pulls it back out of your reach. It hurt that he didn't want you touching him. Did he not want you at all? Did the Winchesters try to keep you busy all day to distract you because they knew this was coming?