Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Pumpkin Spice - Castiel

"Come on," you said to your favorite angel as you tugged him down the street by your grip on the cuff of his trench coat.

He hurried along behind you, his brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to process what exactly was going on. "I do not understand, Y/N," he said. "Where are we going?"

You sighed. "I told you, Cas. To get coffee."

"But we have already passed several establishments which sell coffee. Why have we not stopped at one of them?"

"Because."

"That is not an answer, Y/N."

You released him as you arrived at your favorite coffee shop. As a man stepped out he held the door for you and you inhaled deeply as you were surrounded by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You passed tables on your way to the line and your mouth watered at the sight of seasonal drinks topped with whipped cream and cinnamon.

"What do you want, Cas?" you asked as the two of you made your way slowly forward in line.

He tilted his head. "Coffee. That is what you said we were here for."

You huffed out a sigh and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Yes, but what kind of coffee do you want?"

"Kind?"

"Flavor, Cas." You could tell from the look on his face that he had no idea what you were talking about. "Look, do you trust me?"

"Of course," he answered without hesitation. "I trust you implicitly."

"Then why don't you go sit at that table over there and I'll bring you something, okay?"

He nodded and your eyes followed him until he settled himself at the small table on the far side of the room. A few minutes later you joined him, a mug in each hand. He took one from you with a small smile which quickly faded into a frown. "This does not look like coffee, Y/N."

You chuckled. "Just try it, Cas." You felt his eyes on you as you took a sip from your own mug. Pumpkin spice latte. You waited all year to come to Frank's to get his version with piles of whipped cream and extra cinnamon.

You didn't even realize you'd closed your eyes to savor the flavor until Cas made a sound of surprise and you opened your eyes to look at him.

His eyes were wide as he looked between you and the mug in his hands. "Y/N, I do not believe Sam or Dean should be in charge of getting the coffee any more. They clearly do not understand what it is supposed to taste like."

The corner of your mouth curled up in a smile as you leaned back in your chair. "I agree completely," you said and took another sip to wash away the memory of bitter black coffee.