Supernatural Imagines

Castiel x Reader // The Feeling's Mutual

Word Count: 1332
Theme: really awkward fluff that I'm actually proud of for once
A/N: Okay so I know that I can't really judge but I actually kinda like this one shot! I guess it was motivation because I got 200 reads which makes me so happy and makes me feel like I can jump on clouds:-)
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You sat quietly, legs rested on the bunker's table as you studied the Book of Enoch for research purposes. It was almost as silent as the bunker had ever been lately. Dean sat across from you with all his attention invested in the lore book he was reading, and Sam was situated at the other end of the table, laptop open to a research investigation page. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, up until the sound of flapping wings broke the silence. Without looking up, you knew it was Castiel dropping in to see Sam and Dean.

"Dean," he greeted bluntly. You looked up, and as he made eye contact with you he immediately lightened his expression and even smiled. You flashed a small smile back, returning to the page you were currently reading. As he turned back to Dean, Dean had already lost interest in the conversation.

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean replied to the greeting, eyes not drifting away from his book.

"I need to borrow your car." He explained shortly, not bothering to sit down. The thought of someone taking his car immediately sparked Dean's interest, and not in the good kind. He sat upright, turning to face Cas so he could have a more meaningful conversation.

"And why would you need a car?" Dean questioned in concern.

"Because in order for me to look as inconspicuous as possible, I need to arrive to the Angels' tavern as a human." Cas replied, hoping to convince Dean to let him drive the Impala.

"I don't see why that would need a car," Dean countered, eyebrows raised.

"Humans drive, Dean. They don't appear in places like angels can." Cas said, looking at Dean patiently while Dean returned an irritable look.

"Here, Cas, drive mine." You piped up, scrounging through your jacket pocket to find your keys. You heard the unmistakable rattling metal and was able to immediately retrieve them, personal keychains with visuals of American muscle cars, racehorses, and 80s metal hair bands hanging from the ring in the middle.

"Are you sure? It is a large car, and I wouldn't want to damage it." Cas replied cautiously, picturing the large metal vehicle with fins on either side, cobalt gloss finish shining under the exaggerated lights of the bunker's garage.

"Yeah, go ahead." You assured, lightly throwing the keys for him to catch them.

"Cas, in case you didn't know, '67 Chevy Impalas are bigger than '57 Bel Airs." Dean pointed out, resting his book flat on the table.

"I am aware. It just seems that Y/N's car is in better condition than the Impala." Cas explained, attempting to reason with Dean.

"Whatever," Dean muttered, getting up from his chair to walk into the Bunker's kitchen. Sam sat still, entirely engrossed in the article he was reading.

"I will have it returned by the end of the day." Cas assured, implying he was about to leave.

"Sounds great. See you when you get back," you replied, turning the page in your book without looking at it.

"Okay then. Goodbye," he said, and with that he was walking down the stairs to the bunker's garage.
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Early in the morning, you walked downstairs to the bunker's living room to greet Sam, Dean and Cas after packing your bag ready for the hunt you were about to go on.

"Hey," San and Dean greeted in unison, Sam lifting a hand up as if to wave.

"Hello Y/N." Castiel greeted formally, showing more acknowledgement than the two brothers, which was not something you really cared about at this point in time.