Supernatural Stories

New Year's Traditions (CastielxReader)

Summary: Castiel asks the reader about kissing at midnight on New Year's and why it's a tradition to do so. He then asks another question that isn't so easy to answer.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol (but it's not important to the story)

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Whelp, the year was almost over. All of us were still alive. That's what I call an accomplishment.

We were in a crappy motel room celebrating together. It was our last day in this small town somewhere in Oklahoma. Sam and Dean were sitting on the crappy couch with a bottle of beer in each of their hands, I was sitting on the edge of my crappy bed watching the TV screen, and Cas was on the other crappy bed watching the TV very closely, almost mesmerized by what he was watching. We were all watching Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve. I insisted that we watch at least the end of it, much to Dean's annoyance.

"I don't see the point, that's all," he had said.

"Look, it's the first year we've all been together on New Year's Eve alive and not out on a hunt. We're watching it," I had stated matter of factly, crossing my arms and giving him the best threatening stare I could muster. I had even put force in my last sentence. Dean shut up after that.

It was about 5 minutes until midnight now and Jenny McCarthy was going on about who she was gonna kiss when the clock struck midnight and all that crap. I still didn't get the point in her kissing a random dude on TV.

As if Castiel was reading my mind (he might have been, I will never know), he commented on the subject. "Why is she talking about kissing a man she doesn't know? I thought a kiss was something special that's shared between two people who love each other? Am I wrong?" he asked, looking right at Dean. He furrowed his brow and tilted his head--his signature confused looked--as he tried to understand the whole situation.

I looked over at Dean, interested to see how he'd answer the question.

"Well, uh... It's something that um..." he stumbled. Cas watched him expectantly and I chuckled. When I did, Dean made eye contact with me and said, "Y/N, why don't you answer the question."

"Why?" I glanced at Sam for help but he simply shrugged at me. I frowned at Dean but tried my best to answer Cas' question anyway. "Well," I started. Cas turned his gaze to me. "You're not wrong. But, on New Year's, it's a tradition for two people to kiss at midnight. Jenny McCarthy does it every year," I explained.

"Why?" he asked.

Shrugging, I said, "I dunno. People everywhere have done it for ages."

"2 minutes 'til midnight, guys," Sam announced.

"Y/N?" Cas walked over from the other bed and sat down on the edge of my bed next to me.

"Yeah?" I faced him.

"Excuse me if I am out of line, but may I kiss you when midnight comes?" Out of all the things he could have asked, that was not one I expected from him.

I'd had a crush on the angel for a while now. No one knew. Well... Sam might have suspected it and maybe Dean too, but as far as I knew at least Cas didn't know my rather large crush on him.

"Um..." I found myself at a loss for words. How in the world was I supposed to respond to that question? It seemed like a simple 'Yes or No' question, but not in my head. Nope. My mind liked to complicate things and in this situation, my mind couldn't think of anything to say. My brain couldn't even tell my body to move. I remained frozen in place, not one part of me moving except my chest, which rose and fell faster as my breathing increased.

His face completely fell when I didn't say anything right away. "If you don't want to, though, that's alright, too," he said, moving his eyes to the floor.

Dean said something but I didn't understand what it was. I was too busy still being shocked at Castiel the angel who had just asked me if he could kiss me at midnight. I could not, for the life of me, make my mouth move and say something. Anything. My brain was good for nothing at this point.

Get a hold of yourself, Y/N. I kept saying over and over in my head. Say something before it's too late!

Suddenly the crowd in Times Square on TV grew louder. Dean and Sam began the countdown from 30 seconds.

Cas realized what was going on and turned his head away from me to watch the screen. They kept counting down and my mind raced at a million miles a second. Cas stood up from where he'd been sitting.

Ah!

10... 9... 8... 7...

Without realizing it, I stood up as well. I didn't know what I was doing.

Cas smiled as he counted down with Sam, Dean, and the TV crowd.

4... 3... 2... 1!

Cas opened his mouth to say something but I stopped the words from coming out when I turned him around, grabbed his face, and kissed him as everyone started yelling, "Happy New Year!"

Sam and Dean cheered and whistled. Knowing them, the cheering was probably more for me and Cas than for the New Year.

I felt like I was going to melt as Cas and I kissed. I wrapped my arms around Cas' trench coat-clad body and sighed into his mouth. I had only dreamed about this. The day had finally come and it was everything I'd hoped for.

Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York" started playing on TV and Sam and Dean started to sing along off-key as they both took sips of their beer.

At that moment, everything around me seemed to slow down, the noise lowering to a small buzz. I felt like I had all the time in the world right there and I could stay like that forever.

We pulled out of the kiss and I looked up into his blue eyes, smiling brighter than I had in a long time. "Happy New Year, Cas."

Castiel smiled back at me, "I understand why people have done this tradition for so many years now," he stated.

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"I enjoyed that immensely." He took both my hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over the backs of mine.

Okay, I knew it. I was 100% positive now. This year would be different. It would be much better. Sure, we'd still have to deal with stupid demons and monsters, crappy motels like this one, and we'd probably have to save the world again. But this time around, I had someone to go through it with, which made my outlook on life a whole lot more optimistic.

A/N: Yes I know it's a little late for a New Year's one, but hey, at least it's still relatively early in the year so it's not too bad. And it's fluff so who cares. :P

Next up is one of my all time favorites that I've ever written. I can't wait for you guys to read it! :D