Supernatural Imagines

Castiel x Reader // Going Down Swingin'

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"Take this," you immediately shoved your bag of weapons into Sam's shoulder when you heard the commotion in the room located next to you both, unlocking the latch of the heavy metal door in a state of panic.

"Y/N, don't-" Sam started, only for the door to be then opened, the sound of metal clattering echoing throughout the empty hall.

"Sam don't you dare stop me now. Do you want your brother or not?" You asked rhetorically, slamming the door behind you in attempt to drown out any chance of protest that Sam was about to make.

The room inside was instantly cold. Goosebumps formed on your arm, and you almost got whiplash due to how quickly you turned your neck to see Dean struggling to fight Castiel. He had an angel blade placed in his hand ready to strike Dean, who was now on his knees while clutching his arm which you assumed had been broken during the fight they had been partaking in. Dean's bloody face turned towards you, weak and broken, but his warning and concerned facial expression spoke a million words that spun around your head.

"Y/N," he breathed, dropping the angel tablet he held in surrender to Castiel.

"Dean!" You shouted, running over to where he had dropped it. You needed to protect it; after all, if that was deciphered, it would not only put the world in danger - it may open Castiel to a whole new world of enemies and horrible things. And honestly, you were a team player. You wouldn't let him do this, even though he thought it was the right thing.

Shielding yourself with your very muscular arms, (hunting does have it's benefits) you slid over and swiftly placed the tablet under your arm, standing and slowly walking backwards in sync with a very, very displeased and betrayed looking angel whose knife was aligned with your chest about two feet away.

"Cas, I don't know what's gotten into you. But you don't have to do this," you tried to reason, politely shaking your head.

"If you hand over the tablet, I won't have to." He responded, narrowing his eyebrows in such a menacing way that it didn't resemble his usual self at all.

"I'm sorry, I sincerely am. Trust me, it's for the best." You assured, panicking as your back hit the cool, hard bricked wall behind you so you couldn't back up any further.

"If you really know what's best, I suggest you give the tablet to the right hands." He started, walking even closer to you,closing the gap between both of you. "Or else I will have to kill you." He threatened, raising the angel blade high in the air.

"Well, I guess you'll have to kill me. But that doesn't mean I'm not going down swinging," you exclaimed, swiftly pulling out your own angel blade from your pocket with your free hand. "Try me," you encouraged, slashing down your blade but directly missing by inches as if to bluff. The only problem; he had now grabbed hold of your hand that held the blade firmly while applying pressure so harshly that it was mere centimetres from breaking.

"This... isn't... you," you grunted through pain, dropping your knife in form of surrender. It clattered to the floor, the metal clashing with the bricked ground sounding almost deafening as you feared it would be the last sound you would ever hear.

"She's right. This isn't me." Castiel explained, standing up from his seated position which faced a frustrated Naomi.

"Exactly, Castiel! This is a better you! Do not listen to her," she stressed, also standing up to face him at eye level. "She is not giving up that tablet. Kill her immediately!" She demanded.

"But-"

Your pained eyes met Castiel's, and immediately you saw a change in his merciless expression. It was almost as if he looked pained himself - questioning what he was doing. You felt his grip on your arm ease ever so slightly.

"But what, Castiel?" Naomi interrupted angrily.

"No." he responded, words dripping with betrayal and venom as his deathly glare almost shot daggers into her skull. "You made me injure Dean, you made me fracture Y/N, but you will not make me kill Y/N." he stood, slamming his blade down on her desk in defiance.

"Don't worry," he assured, letting go of you and allowing you to pick up your blade. "You won't go down, let alone swinging." He added, eyes taken away from the tablet you used as a shield that was in your hands.

"How did you-" you began, sliding your knife back into your pocket as if to show you were no threat again.

"That doesn't matter. You're alright now, thank my father." He said.

"Well, I'm extremely sorry for trying to kill you," you apologised sincerely.

"I was reading your thoughts. I know you didn't want me dead," he countered, raising an eyebrow.

You let out a small uncomfortable chuckle. "I never did and never would."