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Dont fly away: Castiel x reader

Being in love with a rather famous angel, like Castiel, was terrible. You hated it. He was gone for long periods of time, and right when you were almost over him, he would return again, opening the flood gates that held back all your pent up affection and longing, leading to misery, tearing the stitches in your heart.

It was just another casual Tuesday in the bunker, and the Winchesters, the hunters that had taken you in(being another younger girl Hunter, they feel like big brothers to you), had made you stay home for a hunt including multiple demons. You lay back against the head board of your bed in the room had given you, doodling in a sketchbook. You sketched little torn hearts all over the paper, some with wings, others without, a few with one half having a wing, and other depressing versions that reflected your current emotions. Your iPhone played songs that were on a playlist of random song that you owned. A song by Christina Perri came on, and you instantly knew which song it was. (Owning only one album it was easy to tell them apart) you knew the lyrics, just like almost every other song you owned, and began to sing along.

Your a pretty butterfly,

And you keep on passing by,

You'll never land inside my hands,

Your home is in the sky.

And there's a lesson waiting to be learned

That the fire starters always get the best,

And the good guys never get the girl,

No shooting stars cannot fix the world.

And I've made the same mistakes,

But I won't, this time.

No I won't, this time.

You thought for a second. Castiel basically lived in heaven, since he was an angel. And the Winchesters never got to keep any relationships because of their 'job'. Your eyes teared. No miracles happen anymore. No more shooting stars. You kept singing.

Your a pretty butterfly,

And I believed all the lies,

Blinded by your sideways smile, the kindness in your eyes.

But there's a limit to you flight,

I can offer you a better life,

But you keep on flying from the light,

And I've lost my faith in wrong and right.

And I've made the same mistakes,

But I won't, this time.

No I won't, this time.

A tear rolled down your cheek and you wiped it away quickly, trying to get through the song.

I know exactly what you'll do,

I made damn sure I studied you,

You won't pick me I am just a breeze underneath your wings.

So I pray each night you'll change your mind,

That maybe I'm worth the fight,

But I wrong every time!

You only know how to fly.

You only know how to fly,

....

You only

Know how to...

Fly.

You broke into a quiet cry, and harshly scratched out the drawing of a butterfly with a halo in your sketchbook. You reached for your phone and turned the music off.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, I didn't mean to come across like that."

A voice came from across the room. His voice.

"JESUS CHRIST."

"No, it is me, Castiel. How come people always think it's him?"

He sat down on the bed next to you. You sniffled and whipped your face, banishing any tears and calming yourself.

"It's more of an expression or swear. I don't know but we don't actually think it's him there."

You explained in an even voice.

"Am I really like that butterfly in the song?"

He sounded concerned, and you only sighed. He already knew you were in love with him.

"I-I-I didn't mean it! I just didn't know how to show human emotion and got nervous so I just stayed invisible most of the time. I'm so sorry."

"Wha...what?"

"I have feelings for you as well!"

He grabbed your face, and roughly crashed his lips against your own.

"I've wanted that a for a long time."

You sighed, happily, and he smiled before continuing.