Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

Castiel Is Different Now

Seven hours later, you were nowhere near finding something to release just Michael when it dawned on you. "Jesus Christ, (Y/N), God is in the house. He can help," you muttered to yourself. You wandered through the rooms, finally finding him sprawled out on the couch with a bottle of liquor dangling from between his fingers. "Chuck," you whispered as you gently shook his shoulders until he woke up. His hands flew up, but you took a step back. "I just need some help, okay?" "What with?" he asked, reaching for his robe. "I need you to get Michael out of the Cage for me," you stated simply. His eyes widened in surprise at your request. "Uh, (Y/N), I don't think I can, that's a bad—" You pushed a finger against his lips, effectively shushing him. "Look, this can be payback for you just bursting in and basically ruining my life, okay?" you said with a seductive smile. 

Lowering yourself to a crouch in front of him, you looked up at him through your lashes and smirked. "I need you to be a good daddy so I can be a good little girl," you said in a low , seductive voice. "Wh-what are you going to do?" Chucked asked. You quickly stood up and pointed the gun you knew was hidden under the couch at his face. "I'm not going to shoot you in the face, that's what I'm gonna do," you said with a smirk. You heard two voices try and hold back a snicker, failing epically. Sighing, you motioned them in. "Perfection," complimented Dean as Sam rolled on the floor with laughter. Chuck was a deep red and you grinned at him before lowering the gun. "But seriously, though. I made a promise and I keep my promises," you said once you had stopped giggling. "Okay, I'll do it, but only if you promise not to hit me, okay?" he said, slowly lowering his hands. He closed his eyes and concentrated. A giant thump from the closet brought you to it. You raised the gun and flung open the door. Michael was lying facedown on the ground.

He looked up at you and you grinned. "(Y/N), you kept your promise," he said in a stunned voice. "I keep my promises, Mikey," you said, helping him to his feet. He quickly pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly. "I've been meaning to do that since the first one," he said. He pulled back and smiled before striding into the room. "Michael, I don't think that's a good idea..." you said nervously as he pushed his way past you. 

"D-Dad?" stammered Dean. "No, I am Michael. It is good to see you boys again. And I see my brother is here as well. And this man is... Father?" he said, shocked at Chuck. He waved tentatively at Michael as he got to one knee. "Father, you have been gone so long, I was beginning to think you had forgotten us," he said. Chuck brought him up and then pointed at the door. "Look, this has been great, but I really need some sleep. So if everyone could please leave, that'd be great," he said, rubbing his temple with one hand. Everyone left the room quickly, but you straggled behind.

"(Y/N), please," he begged. "I'll go. I just wanted to say thank you. You're a good guy, Chuck. I know you don't have much experience doing this, whether it be being a father to me or a thousand angels, being God, or just living this life. I've seen you through the eyes of a camera, seen the things you do behind closed doors, and you are a good guy. I swear. But can you tell me one thing?" you asked. "If you'll leave, shoot," he said, sitting down. "Can you make people soul mates, or is that a predestined thing?" you asked. "I can decide if the need comes," he said. You lowered your head and forced a smile. "Okay, I'll leave if you want. Thanks, Chuck," you told him and got up to leave, but he grabbed your wrist. "Why?" he asked. Memories of your ex, Jared, flooded through your head, the promises he broke, but mainly the sunset walks, the dates, the happy times before he left. "Because I needed to know," you said at last. You pulled your hand from his grip before you left.

You slipped into the room, trying to be quiet as ever. Cas emerged from the bathroom in another pair of boxers, but with pajama bottoms on. Looking lower, you found his feet were enclosed in... pink, fuzzy socks? "(Y/N), watch!" he exclaimed. He broke into a run towards you, stopped running halfway across the floor, then skidding across the rest of the room into your arms. You fell back on the bed as he fell right on top of you. You laughed out loud and he beamed down at you. "I like this side of you, Cas," you told him, flipping over so that you were on top of him. "What side?" he asked with a small head tilt. "This side! The happier, more human, more Cas side of you! I didn't even know what that was like until crazy Cas, but this is so much better than anything I could have hoped for. I mean, I loved you boys before, but now you're really here and you really care and you're really just very Winchester-y. You can't know how this feels to know that I can touch you, see you, talk to you," you said. He slid under the covers, pulling you with him. You slid closer to him and carded you fingers through his hair. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Castiel," you murmured. He was either asleep or in a deep state of relaxing. "Castiel," you repeated before falling asleep beside the angel.