Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Castiel Imagine

FUCKING GOT THE BOOK "A DOGS PURPOSE" AND IM CRYING BC IM AT THE PART (y'all seen the trailer right?) WHERE BAILEY DIES

Day turns into night and night turns into day, an endless cycle on repeat.

Almost like you.

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1858

"Castiel!" You batted at him softly, grinning from ear to ear. "Not so close, father might suspect something!" The man winked at you adorably, his blue eyes glimmering and shining with happiness.

He took a step closer to you, taking your hand and spinning you around before dipping you. "Let him suspect, then," Castiel whispered close to your face, managing to make your knees go weak with love.

"No one will keep me from you." A blush came onto your cheeks, and you gazed up into his eyes lovingly. "No one's ever made me feel this way before," you said softly, putting your arms around his neck. "I hope not," Castiel murmured, closing in on your lips.

"Only you, no one else." You breathed out, connecting your lips with his for the first time.

1927

You swiftly danced with him, your posture rigid but your eyes soft. "You know I don't have much time left, Castiel." You coughed lightly. His blue eyes were concerned, after all, you were only in your early twenties.

He stopped dancing, pulling you to the side of the room. "I know that," he said sharply before sucking in a deep breath. "That's why I'm going to make however much time you have left, the best." You smiled sadly at him. "Why do you stay, Castiel? I'm sick, you won't have the chance to start a family with me. I'm no good, you should make your way to a girl that can give you everything in a full life."

Castiel stared into your [E/C] eyes with determination. "I am never going to leave you, [Y/N], and no matter what nonsense of words you say will make me leave." Tears formed in your eyes as you hooked your arms around him, pulling him for a hug.

"You are too good for me," you breathed out with a soft laugh, looking up at him. "As are you, to me," Castiel stated lovingly, kissing you for the second time that night.

1949

The air was cold, and you shivered as you tugged your thin shawl around you.

"I'm sorry," his voice wafted to your ears. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, [Y/N], and I always have."

Your breath was stolen as he said the words for the first time, shaking you to the core with shock. You turned swiftly, tears staining your cheeks and blossoming in your eyes. His blue ones widened and he took the executive to step forwards to you.

But, you stepped away. "Now you say it?" You whispered hoarsely, ignoring his pained expression. "Please, [Y/N], I never meant to hurt you—"

"Of course you didn't!" You shouted, sobbing. "You didn't mean to, but you did!" You saw his face tense in alarm. "[Y/N]!" He shouted before you gasped with pain, stumbling forward.

He reached you too late, and you fell into his chests as he held you tightly. He fell to his knees, crying softly. "Baby, please, I'm so sorry, this was never suppose to happen." His blue eyes were broken from the years he had lived.