Supernatural Memes, Jokes, Preferences, One-shots Etc. [REQUEST IS CLOSED]

REQUESTED: (Cas x Reader)

An: requested by you-do-not-know-who. Sorry it took 7 months before I published your request. Sorry, sorry, sorry (ಥ_ಥ)
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Cas teetered at the dark alleway as he continue to clutch his bleeding arm. He sat unto the nearly trash bin and hide. He wipe the sweat that beading his forehead. One of the angels found him and attempted to kill him. Unfortunately, a fight ensued and he killed one of his brothers. All of his guilt crushing him-- like Atlas is carrying the sickening weight of the sky.

"You cannot escape, Castiel!" He heard the angel hollered. He pants heavily as he continue applying some pressure on his wound. Metatron took his grace so he's a human now. He can't just teleport like he always do.

He can feel his energy slowly draining out. His breathing patern becoming ragged. He grimaced at the sight of his nasty wound and silently wished that someone would save him from this terrible ordeal he's in now.

He trusted the wrong side. He always do. He always blame himself for trusting the wrong side. He's gone soft. He's not the old Castiel he used to be. He was a warrior of God. But he didn't regret meeting the Winchesters, raising Dean from perdition. If he's still the old Castiel, he'll definitely kill an innocent child under his superior's order. But he changed. A lot. The heaven is his home. Now thousands and thousands of his fallen brothers and sisters are roaming the earth, searching for vessels they need to occupy. Because of him. All of it, was because of him.

He blame himself for trusting Metatron too much. It was a very stupid mistake.

Suddenly, someone yanked him out of his little hideout. He found himself terrified, facing the angel.

"I've already told you, Castiel. You can't escape. Now it's time to pay for what you did." The angel said and pulled out his angel blade.

"I am sorry, brother, " Castiel said. The angel just laughed mockingly and replied, "Don't call me 'brother'. You've been banished from heaven, remember? You chose to be on the side of the Winchesters. You've gone soft, Castiel. Is it because of those Winchesters?" He asked indignantly. Castiel didn't replied.

"You know what, it's all your fault! And now we need to find more vessel because of you. I have no choice but to possessed this crappy vessel. Any last words?"

He sucked a deep breath-- His vision and hearing a bit clogged. He gained all of his remaining energy and replied. "I'm sorry. " he hoarsely remarked.

"Sorry can't bring back all the destruction you've caused. " The angel replied icily and raised his blade. Before the angel could stab the angel blade into his chest, he saw a hooded figure standing behind the angel stabbing him, killing the angel instantly. The angel erupts a blinding light as he falls to the ground with a sickening thud. The hooded figure removed his hood- except she isn't a man.

"You need medical attention now, " the girl spoke. Her voice soft like a flowing river. He barely heard it. He can feel his ears ringing. The pain is unbearable to the point of hindering his hearing. He clutched her arm as he falls to the ground, losing his consciousness.

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"Duty's over, y/n. " One of her co-worker announced and cracked her knuckles. A sigh of relief passed through her lips.

"How's the duty? " Jeanette, one of her co-workers asked.

"Tiring but fun," she shrug.

"I never understand why you chose this work. You also had a passion for acting, and yet, here you are at the hospital working as a nurse. I mean, you've got the potential and all. You could've chose to be an actress and go to Hollywood and be the next Angelina Jolie, " Jeanette babbled. You chuckled.