You slammed the door of the bunker, pissed that sam had forced dean to drop you off because the hunt theybwere going after was too "dangerous" so you had to be left home with mister angel of the lord Castiel.
You were alright with that of course, Cas took a liking to you. his angelic form also kind of peeked your intrests. I guess thats why you didnt put up much of a fight....
you enter the bunker, discarding your jacket into the chair beside you. you see the angel castiel sat upon the couch staring at the blank television.
"hey cas" you chimed stepping toward him.
"hey y/n"
you blushed as he spoke your name.
"y/n. are you alright? your face looks a little red."
"im fine" you mutter, taking a seat on the couch next to him.
"c-cas?" you mumble softly
"yes y/n?" he asked, slightly concerned.
"you look nice." you chuckle.
he smiled lightly, "why do you say that?"
you shrug.
you strike up some courage and decide to move closer to him.
should I write more?
