In Over His Head

Chapter 13

Running his hand down his face, Castiel knew he'd never get back to sleep now. So, he climbed out of bed and headed for the door. He heard the sounds of someone on the stairs. Cautiously, Castiel opened his bedroom door and nearly laughed at the sight of you trying to hop down the stairs on one foot. "Y/N?" You stopped mid-hop and gazed back at him.

"Sorry, Cas. I didn't mean to bother you. I was hoping to get to the kitchen and get some milk," you explained. Castiel chuckled softly and came to your aide. He easily scooped you up in his arms and carried you down to your wheelchair. "I will be so glad when the doc says I can stop using this chair. I am really sick of this," you said in jest. Castiel gave you a smile before the two of you wandered into the kitchen.

"Why are you up?" you asked him suddenly. He nearly dropped your glass in surprise. He hadn't expected you to ask. "Oh. I had a dream." You cocked your head to the side in confusion. "A bad one?" He shook his head. "No. It was actually a good dream. It made me realize something." You smiled and took a sip from your cup. "Good."

You could feel his eyes on you as you finished your milk. You wiped the milk moustache from your lip before turning your eyes back on him. "What?" He blinked before his brows furrowed. You laughed. "You were staring." He didn't say anything. His eyes scanned your form. You were reclining as much as your could in your wheelchair. Your eyes were sleepy and your hair was falling out of its messy bun. Castiel reached over and brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Your eyes met his and he blushed. He cleared his throat and pulled away. "Sorry." You couldn't form words so you shook your head indicating there was nothing to be sorry for. "We need to talk, Cas," you whispered when you were finally able to speak. Castiel sighed heavily. "I know." You smiled at him. "I want to thank you for giving me the time I needed." He brought his eyes back to yours, waiting for you to continue.

Taking a deep breath, you reached over to cup his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch. "I'm ready to give us a shot if you're still willing, Castiel." You swore you saw Castiel start glowing. The smile that lit up his face was nothing short of pure sunshine. "I will always be willing, Y/N. I told you, I love you." He leaned over and kissed you, deeply and happily.

There was absolutely no describing the feeling that formed in the pit of your stomach as Castiel kissed you. It wasn't even butterflies. It was deeper. More...filling. Maybe it was the fact that this kiss had been a long time coming or maybe it was because Castiel really seemed to know what he was doing. Or maybe it was because you really loved him. More than you had ever loved anyone else. Whatever the reason, you never wanted it to stop.

You would have gladly stayed that way forever, if not for the obnoxious need to breathe. You pulled away from Castiel and couldn't fight the smile on your face. "I love you too, Cas," you finally managed to whisper before stifling a yawn. Castiel chuckled and scooped you up in his arms yet again. He carried you upstairs, but instead of taking you to your room, he took you to his. The two of you laid down as Castiel pulled the covers over the both of you, being careful not to jostle your leg too much. It still hurt from time to time. You fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of a small voice. "Uncle Cas! You need to get up or we'll be late for church!" Without waiting for a response, Claire flung open Castiel's bedroom door, causing you both to sit up. She stopped short when she saw you in Castiel's bed with him. Her little face scrunched up in confusion before a smile broke out. She came running over and jumped onto Castiel's side of the bed. "Uncle Cas, why is Y/N in here with you? Is it because you love each other? Are you gonna get married? Does this mean I have to call you Aunt Y/N now, Y/N?"

You couldn't help but chuckle sleepily at her enthusiasm. Castiel did the same before kissing her temple. "Yes, Claire. Y/N and I love each other. As for whether or not we get married or you having to call her 'Aunt Y/N'..." he paused as he flicked his gaze to you. Staring deeply into your (e/c) eyes, he continued, "Maybe someday."

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