SuperLock Imagines

Cold Nights - Cas x Reader

You were drunk.

Well, you weren't completely smashed, but you are currently giggling by yourself. You were cuddled into the warmest blanket you could find because it was winter and cold as shit and you can't stand the cold. Sam, Dean and Bobby were all out on a hunt, but since you broke your ankle last time you were allowed to go one, you were sitting this one out. So you decided to have some alcohol, even though Dean warned you not to.

Reaching over grab your glass, you fumbled and fell off of Bobby's couch. Your blanket pooled around you and you shivered, trying to get back up and stumbling again. Once you got on your feet, you took a moment to steady yourself. Except that was hard when you couldn't stand on one of your feet.

Oh, they're going to kill me for this... was the only thought running through your mind, along with the fact that you haven't eaten all day. You hobbled over to the fridge to get something to eat, you were starving. Suddenly there was a woosh and a familiar voice sounded behind you.

"[Y/N]," he said. You jumped, letting out a squeal. But as you turned to face Cas you slipped and stumbled over again.

"Why do you scare my like that?" you asked, sitting defeated on the floor.

"I didn't mean to," he said. Cas made no movement to help you up.

"Why're you here, anyway? Are you lookin' for Sam and Dean because they're not here," you said, the words flopping out of your mouth.

"Dean sent me to check on you. I'll make sure to tell him you've been consuming alcohol," he said.

"Aw, come on Cas don't be like that. He'll never know!" you said. But it was no use. The angel flew away with a whoosh of wings.

The cold wind blew against the window. Sharp icicles were forming on the windowsill, reflecting the dim moonlight. The cold seemed to seep from the floor, through your clothes and into your skin. A shiver ran up your spine. Seconds seemed to tick by so slow as you sat there, left with your drunken thoughts. Dean was going to kill you. But why did he care, if he and Sam left you alone all the time? Whats the point? You sat there moping, chills causing your teeth to chatter.

Suddenly, Cas was back. You looked up at him, not bothering to move your body. When he didn't say anything, you sighed.

"I take it Dean wasn't happy," you slurred through your chattering teeth.

"He's instructed me not to heal your leg," he replies, simply standing there. You groan and reach your hand up.

"At least help me up," you said, still slurring your words together. Cas took your hand and pulled out up. But drunken balance and angel strength didn't mix well.

You lurched forward and almost fell over again, except you fell right into Cas's arms. You giggle, trying to stand upright and failing. Cas sighs but doesn't say anything. He picks you up bridal style and carries you over to the couch, laying you gently down. You yawn and shiver, suddenly very tired. Cas grabs the blanket off the floor and drapes it over you.

"Goodnight, [y/n]," he says, turning away. But before he can leave you grab his wrist.

"Cas? Stay with me? It's really cold," you asked quietly, yawning again. Cas seems to consider it a moment before awkwardly sitting down near your head. With no hesitation, you put your head on his lap and snuggle up close, pulling the blanket up. Cas gently puts his arm over you, and you curled up into a tight ball. With his other hand, Cas absent-mindedly plays with your hair and eventually you fall into a deep sleep, a smile on your face.

You guess cold nights weren't that bad after all.

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A/N: Hey guys! Me and Kayla decided to start an imagines book! So here it is, I guess. Requests are open, and encouraged since we've got no ideas :p We hope you enjoy these Supernatural and Sherlock imagines!