Wings Of Onyx (castiel x reader)

Candy Store

As Dean and Sam discussed the case up front, you watched the scenery speed past your window as the car moved. You were trying to ignore the angel right next to you, as you had gotten off to an awkward start. You finally turned forward in your seat and produced a small sketchpad from your duffel bag that you always brought everywhere with you. It had all the necessities; your gun with salt rounds, a pack of silver bullets, a couple of twinkies, a phone charger, water bottles, a demon blade and a dagger of silver. You grabbed a pencil from your bag and began to sketch the Impala. Your phone had run out of power and you left your car charger back in your Mustang, so it would be a while before you could use it. Having nothing better to do, you pushed your (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair away from your eyes and became completely absorbed in your drawing. Cas was watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"You're good at that," He said. It startled you at first, and then you chuckled right before realising he was being sincere. 

"Thanks," you said, blushing a little. You normally didn't like showing people your art unless it was Mason. Cas nodded as you continued shading in the sides of the car. 

You finally finished after a while, just as the car pulled into a gas station. You told the boys you would pay for gas, and you went into the convenience store, marching up to the register.

"$25 on number 4, please," you told the cashier, sliding the money on the counter and deciding to look around the rest of the store. You walked down the aisle, looking for anything edible. You settled on some (your favorite candy). You lived for the stuff. You always found it at every convenience store and it was always there for you. You went to the refridgerated section and were about to grab a 6-pack of beer for you and the Winchesters, and, you didn't know. Maybe the angel?

Do angels even drink? You thought to yourself.

"We do occasionally," a familiar voice spoke from behind you, making you jump and turn around. Your arms were behind you, pressed against the cool glass as you sighed, leaning against the freezer door behind you for support. The angel was maybe just inches away.

"I told you," you breathed, "Don't. Do that." You didn't like the idea of your thoughts being invaded.

"And please, Castiel. Personal space."
He took a step back.

"Dean just wanted me to see what was taking so long."

"Oh, I was just getting some extra stuff." You held up the snacks and turned back around to grab the beer. He nodded and followed you back out of the store after you paid for the food. You slowed down your walking pace a little, making him match yours.

"Wait. So angels consume alcohol?"

"I found a liquor store once."

"And?"

"And I drank it." You laughed again but trailed off when you saw he was dead serious.

"Oh."

"Yeah," he said with a little smile, barely visible, that tugged at the left-hand corner of his mouth. It suddenly struck you how attractive he was. Or at least, how attractive his vessel was. You hadn't gotten a chance to notice this when you first met him, since you had been so concentrated on him not brutally murdering you. The two of you got in the back seat of the impala and you set the bag of snacks and beer at your feet. Dean stepped on the gas and peeled out of the lot.

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