Supernatural Imagines.

6°° Beautiful

Being the only female living in the bunker, it wasn’t uncommon for you to disappear to your room for a few hours to be alone. Castiel and the Winchesters just assumed you needed some space and never questioned it.

That is, until today. Sam and Dean had been arguing about the best way to take out some mystery monster from a random horror movie on Netflix. Castiel would offer his opinion when asked, but his focus was set on wondering where you were.

Castiel found his thoughts drifting to you more and more as he got to know you. He had been immediately drawn to you. He, of course, thought you were physically beautiful; but it was your soul that seemed to sing to him. To him, you were perfect. Too perfect, in fact. He firmly believed that you were far to good of a person to ever be interested in a failed, fallen angel such as himself.

“Cas!” Dean shouted, pulling Castiel from his thoughts of you. “Man, are you even listening?”

“Yes, of course.” Castiel responded, hoping they didn’t pick up on his lie.

Sam smiled and shook his head. “Come on, Cas. Just tell her already. She doesn’t bite; she’s too shy for that.”

“I dunno, Sammy,” Dean said joyfully. “Sometimes it’s the quiet ones that are into that.”

Castiel glared at the older Winchester; overly sexual comments made about you always got under his skin. It’s not that he didn’t think of you that way; he did frequently and often felt ashamed for it. As much as wanted to hear you call his name at the height of passion or watch you writhe in pleasure beneath him, you simply meant too much to him for him to reduce you to such ideas.

“He’s hopeless, man.” Dean chuckled as he took a swig of his beer.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean before turning to Castiel. “Cas, honestly. Just talk to her. All this pining is useless; just tell her how you feel.”

Castiel sighed, still completely unsure about these kinds of matters.

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You had been having a rough day. Earlier, you had managed to embarrass yourself in front of Castiel for what felt like the thousandth time.

The bunker was a large, impenetrable fortress; with the exception of mice. You were a damn hunter who could face any werewolf, wraith, vampire, you name it; but a tiny, harmless little mouse could scare the pants off you.

Castiel had wandered into the kitchen earlier that day to find you standing on the counter, terrified.

He squinted and tilted his head in his usual, adorable way that he does when he’s confused. “Why are you standing on the counter and why is your heart racing?”

“Uh, I, um…” you stuttered, trying to think of a reason less pathetic than being afraid of a mouse. Before you opened your mouth again, it scurried out into view again causing you to scream in fright.

His eyes drifted from you to the tiny, gray mammal on the floor. “Is this what you’re frightened of? I can remove it if you’d like.”

“Yes!” you screamed in a higher pitch than you would have liked to. “Please, Cas! Get rid of it!”

He knelt down and placed his hand, palm up next to the mouse and whispered something. You were still scared, but mesmerized by how the small creature simply crawled into his hand.

Standing up, he examined it closely with an innocent smile on his face. He looked like a god damn Disney princess and you were still standing on the counter, too afraid to get down.