It had been a tiring week of hunting for everyone in the bunker. Chasing ghouls and vamps through the woods made you physically and mentally bushed. It was difficult to stay alert when going on so little sleep so this weekend you managed to get the boys to agree to having what you called a 'family movie night.'
You were unreasonably excited as you rearranged some chairs and a couch to face the little T.V. Dean had come across in the corner. You put out a hunter-sized bowl of popcorn that had taken 4 bags to fill as well as some frosty beers you pulled from the fridge. You looked up towards the staircase to the bedrooms, wondering when they would come down.
"Sam! Dean!" You hollered, your voice bouncing sharply off the walls. "Movie time, guys! C'mon!"
When no response came immediately you flopped down on the couch with a sigh, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth and sulking. If they weren't down here in two minutes, you were going up there and that wasn't something anyone wanted. You would have family movie night tonight if it killed you! You listened to a clock tick softly from somewhere and let your thoughts drift.
You hadn't seen Castiel today yet. You wondered where he could be at the moment. A quiet sigh left your mouth as you thought of him.
Castiel. Angel of the Lord. It was almost laughable to even entertain the idea of getting together with someone like him. Firstly, he was out of your league in every sense of the phrase. Not only was he stronger, smarter and in general better but he was good; despite all the things he'd endured, he still somehow managed to radiate kindness and naivete. He was a beautiful contradiction.
You settled in against the couch cushions a bit more, your pulse quickening at the thought of the handsome creature. Those electrifying blue eyes made you squirm at the slightest glance. The way he moved and the confidence in his stride made your knees turn to jelly. He had a tendency to give you his full attention when you spoke, turning his entire body to face you and making you feel like there was an invisible spotlight over your head. He was always incredibly attentive. His voice especially got you going. No matter what he said, it was sex to your ears.
You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling a little flushed at your train of thought but it couldn't be stopped now. His neck. God, that neck you'd do anything to kiss. Even to leave a hickey and let everyone know that he was yours... you grinned at the thought.
His 5 o'clock shadow was to die for. You could easily imagine what it would be like to have him lean in and nuzzle your cheek, feeling the scratch of the little hairs. Oh, it might leave a mark but you shivered to think of feeling it the day after and remembering... You imagined him nuzzling all over you, holding you still by the hips as he peppered kisses all over the skin of your neck and shoulders.
Unconsciously, you tipped your head to one side and breathed deeply for a moment. Maybe he'd kiss lower, trailing between your breasts and down your stomach... Maybe he'd squeeze your hips and breath sweet nothings into your skin. Maybe he would worship your body with his mouth everywhere, muttering your name like a prayer before going down on you. Your knees parted as you perceived watching the top of his head bob up and down between your thighs, noisily enjoying the nectar from your body. A shudder went up your spine and you opened your eyes.
You sat up and rubbed your face, a frustrated sound coming from your throat. What was the point of fantasizing? It wasn't going to help you sleep, that was for certain. You looked over at the clock on the wall. Had two minutes passed already? You wanted to get the movie started before it was too late.
You rolled to your feet with a groan, stretching slightly and getting ready to climb the stairs and kick some doors in when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around and were pleasantly surprised to find Castiel standing a few feet away, a tin of cookies under his arm.
