Supernatural Imagines

Castiel x Reader//Atoms

Song of Choice: Body- Kate Kay Es

Requested by Wolfheart1book:
     After a hard case, you and Castiel decide to relax under the moonlight.
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The water was running, a soft sigh in the distance as you shed yourself of muddied and guilt-ridden clothes. Your eyes were close to tears, but you shook them off.

It had been a hard day. Too many lives were lost, on both the magical and the non-magical side. It was heartbreaking. Tear jerking sadness clung onto your clothes that were now on the floor. You were bare, staring at the water that was flooding out of the faucet in your bathtub. A hand came up to your neck and lips fell against your cheek, a welcome feeling to the emotions that were pouring out of you.

You couldn't wait to be calm. Sit in the bath, your love at your side, and reflect over the day. You closed your eyes and smiled before turning around to stare at Castiel. His blue eyes were on you. Like yours, they were filled with guilt and regretfulness at what you could have done, but what you didn't.

It hurt so badly when these hunts turned out like this one did. No one made it out alive except the hunters, but they were the ones with red on their ledger. Not the little girl that got taken away from her mother. Not the father who had three sons and a wife waiting at home for him, only for him to never return. No, they deserved to live. Not you.

"Don't think like that." Cas muttered, hand tangling in your hair and pulling you closer. You shook your head and leaned your forehead against his, taking in his aroma of spice and heat. He was your light in the darkness when your match burned out.

"Get out of my head," you joked, though you were somewhat serious. Your head was so full of pain; pain that you didn't want him to experience himself. At least, not anymore.

He smiled at you, and took off his shirt and pants and boxers, leaving him pure. He walked toward the bath, turned off the faucet, and got in, blood soaking the water. Both his and the monster that you had taken from the world.

"It probably wasn't a good idea to run a bath when we're covered in blood and mud," you whispered, climbing in after him. You held your legs tight to your body, careful not to touch him. It wasn't like you didn't want to. You craved for his comforting touch. But, you knew you didn't deserve that love right now. You let so many innocents die.

A tear fell down your cheek, and then another and another until the bath water was mixed with your tears of sorrow. Castiel pulled you to his chest, his lips numbing against your pounding skull. He grabbed a washcloth off of the counter next to him and dipped it in the water, cleansing your skin as you cried away your fears and insecurities. He took care of you.

Your eyes went through stages of opened and closed, admiring how the water was a muddled pink that was somehow beautiful behind all the ugly. It was just a picture of the iceberg, not the actual thing. Your hand reached out for it, only to connect with another, fingers entangling, heart beating. You looked up and saw Castiel already watching you. His washcloth hovered over your stomach, water dripping off of it.

He kissed you and even though you knew you didn't deserve it, you kissed him back. He dropped his washcloth into the water, bringing that now empty hand to cradle your cheek, the other clasped around your shaking one. You were crying again, he pulled away, and watched.

"It's not your fault," he deduced, and you knew why you fell so in love with him. Castiel was a delicate flower, doing his best to breathe in the world that was tainting him with poison and hate. He was reborn.

"I love you." His eyes fluttered half-closed, a small, dorky smile rising on his lips. He tickled your side and kissed you again, sweet and like butterscotch. Without words, you knew what he was trying to portray.

You took the washcloth from the water and dabbed at his face, removing the smeared blood and revealing the soft freckles that trickled around his nose. The light in his eyes reminded you of a halo, and you knew his wings were probably curled around you right now, no fear of getting wet if it meant he could hold you.

The blood crumbled off of his chest in rows of pink droplets, water intertwined with them. You started humming softly, embracing the sound of splashing water and his heaving breaths and your rapid heartbeat. He made you so happy, so calm. He helped you realize that you were worth the world's time when you so desperately believed not.

When the blood was all gone, you let the washcloth float and leaned back into Castiel, eyes rising to the sun window that held the moon in full. You could see its craters and they reminded you of the walls you had to break to see Castiel, the one that was behind the mask. The whole night sky reminded him of you, enlightening and fascinating, glittering in a familiar glow that would always be a constant.

Hunting was difficult, but love was even worse. Except for nights like this; no disagreements, no heartache, just two souls trying to get along after a day that didn't go so well.

And maybe that was for the best. There was no such thing as a soulmate; you had to work for love. Sometimes it would fall through, and sometimes it would end up like this. Like the night sky, so complex, so intricate, that you can't help but stare at the beauty of it and try to unravel its secrets.

Skin against skin, star against sky. Love was the atoms that infected your whole being and made you sigh out in joy. You sighed, and you turned, and you kissed him.

Again and again and again until you were numb to the beauty of it.
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You guys probably thought that was going to turn into smut, BUT YOU WERE WRONG!!! I am a slut for sweet love. 

- noelle
     xoxo