Castiel/Misha Collins X Reader One Shots

2) Shut Up!

Castiel X Goth! Reader~

I was in the backseat of Castiel's car. We were driving around looking for his grace. Metatron was in the front seat, but only so I could keep an eye on him... and mess with him. Right now, he would not shut his stupid ass up!

He was whining about Cas turning the radio off. "Will you shut the hell up!" I yelled. I leaned back in my seat, kicking my feet up... right into Metatron's ugly face. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Cas grinning.

"You know, that's really uncomfortable." Said Metatron as my combat boots were smushing his cheek. I kicked his head. "So is being in the same car as you." I snap back, kicking him again, causing him to bleed.

"Rude!" He said. I look at Cas. He was on the phone with Sam, asking of he could kill Metatron right now. "Before you do, I want to cut off his tongue!" He spoke up. "I'm literally right here!" Said Metatron.

Cas had had enough and punched him right in the face. I made sure I moved my feet for him. I lean up so I was right next to his face. "Do you ever stop talking?" I asked. "No. But you're more than welcome to cut off his tounge." Said Castiel.

I look down at Metatron. He looked back at me. "You know, you'd be a lot prettier if you did have all those piercings and creepy makeup." He said. "You little shit!" I growled. Cas reached over and slammed his head on the dashboard.

"Don't you ever insult her again!" He yelled. Metatron coughed up some blood. "Gotta hand it to ya, Asstiel. Didn't think you were into goth chicks. Tell me, do you guys use one of those swings during sex?" He asked.

Cas responded by punching him again. I blushed hard. "What about whips? Or leather kink suits?" He kept asking. "YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!! I screamed and smashed his head against the window.

"How we do intercourse is none of your business!" Cas growls. I avert my eyes as I started getting really lewd images in my head. I took out my switchblade and grabbed Metatron by his nasty greasy hair.

"Hey hey hey, whoa whoa! No, don't!" He yells. "You steal my boyfriend's grace, clip his wings, turn heaven against him, make fun of me, then ask perverted questions! I'm sick of hearing your voice.

You're gonna pay for everything that you did!" He yelled. I forced his mouth open as Metatron desperately calls for help. Cas just grips the steering wheel tighter and drives faster.

"(Y/n), stop." He said. I rose an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked. "Because we need him alive. If you cut off his tongue, he may bleed to death." I glared at Metatron. "You can cut off tounge after I get my grace back." He added.

I sighed. "Guess you got lucky." I said. He tap his cheek. I noticed the angered look on Castiel's face. I grinned. He was jealous. "For now I mean. Cas may be the one who's gonna kill ya, but I'm gonna be the one who tortures you."

I run a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna do it slow, and painfully." I lick Metatron's neck with my spit tounge, making him cringe. "Can you not?" Cas slammed on the breaks, making Metatron hit his face on the dashboard.

"(Y/n)!" Cas warns, glaring at me from the rearview mirror. I look at him innocently. "When I get my grace back, you'll be in a lot of trouble." He growls. I lean over to Cas, running my hands over his chest. "I'm looking forward to it." I said before licking his ear, making him squirm a bit.

Metatron cringed. "Let me guess, hot angry and aggressive sex goes on between you?" He asked. I punched him several times in the face until he was bruised and bloody. Cas smirked.

I look back at him. "I love you so much." He said. "I love you too." I reply, ignoring Metaron's snarky remarked.  I leaned back over to Cas and kiss him, shoving my split tounge in his mouth.

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