^^Song used for inspiration. Angel with a shotgun by The Cab^^

Character: Castiel

Type: Castiel x reader

Swearing and violence etc...
Consider yourselves warned.
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She is water.
Powerful enough to drown you. Soft enough to clense you.
Deep enough to save you.
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Prologue

The dark-haired man stumbles painfully into the hunter's house.

Blood dripping slowly from his trenchcoat as he collapses onto the hard floor.

All energy spent.

"Who's there?!" An older man walks down the stairs, a gun in hand, with two others following him. Weapons at ready.

"Shit! Dean, Sam, it's Cass!" The older man drops his gun on a table and hurries towards the collapsed angel.

Dean lunges forwards to help Bobby lift Castiel onto a couch, and Sam hurriedly grabs a medical box.

"Cass what happened to you?" Sam helps Dean roll the dark-haired man onto his belly, who in turn, groans in pain.

The two have to cut the wrecked trenchcoat from his body, and the angel flinches away, trying to get up.

"I'm fine. Stop."

But Sam pushes him back down, and without protesting, Castiel sighs snd allows him to look at his back.

Two deep vertical gashes are slashes between his shoulderblades.
Right where his wings should have been.

"I lost my grace. And my wings." He mumbles as Sam grabs whiskey.

Castiel lets out a pained groan as Sam poors whiskey over the gashes, but Dean holds the former angel down.

"Hey easy there Cass."

Named angel finally gives up struggling as he realises it's pointless, and Sam starts stitching together the gashes.

Pained grunts are heard every couple seconds, and the three men sympathetically exchange glances vefore looking down at the now unconsious angel.

"What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

Main story

Three months later~

The phone in your pocket rings obnoxiously, and a tired sigh leaves your lips as you keep one hand on the wheel while digging it out with the other.

Without checking the contact name, you open it and lift it to your ear.

"Y/n speaking."

You pull into the motel parking lot and park while waiting for an answer.

"Y/n. It's me Dean. We need some help."

"Oh hiya Dean. What's the problem?"

You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk up to the motel you're staying in.

"Well, you remember Castiel?"

Unlocking the door, you fling your bag onto one of the beds.

"How could I forget him Dean? You got him drunk and sent him to flirt with me. That's how we all met remember?"

A chuckle leaves your lips at the fond memory, and you flop down on the other bed.

"Yeah well, he lost his angel juice and you're the angel expert here so it'd be great if you could come down to Bobby's place and help us out."

A frown stretches your lips as you think of your current case.

"I have a case Dean. Wearwolf. I'm up in Amsterdam. How about I deal with Cass, and you guys take the Werewolf. That good?"

There's a short pause as you hear Dean yelling to Sam asking about your case.

"We're game. C'mon down. And hurry."

With that, the receiver clicks as he hangs up the phone, and you have to suppress a sigh as you get up from your comfortable position on the bed.

"Roadtrip it is..."
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"Alright. Now take me to your depressed angel and go. I don't want any more people dead from that werewolf." Dean leads you downstairs towards the bunker.

"Here. Goodluck, and see ya later." He places a quick kiss on your cheek before running back upstairs.

A few moments later, you hear the engine if his baby, but the sound soon fades away. Leaving silence.

Bobby is off dealing with a shifter in Pennsylvania, and now with the boys going to Amsterdam, it's just going to be you and Castiel for a couple days.

You hesitantly open the door of the bunker, shutting and locking it behind you.

"Cass?" You step towards the figure sitting quietly on the bed.

Said figure jerks as he stands up and turns around quickly, almost falling over.

"Y/n? It's been a while.." Castiel walks towards you slowly, his words and expression kind. But his emotions and thoughts a whole different matter.

Fear in what you think. Disgust in himself. Curiosity, as to why you're here. Pain, his back hurts. Probably could use a massage.
And another unidentifiable emotion.

The feelings and thoughts are overwhelming as you dart forwards to hug him, but you block them out. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself close to him.

He awkwardly wraps his own arms around you, realising how careful you are to not aggravate his back.

He's wearing gray sweatpants, and a loose gray t-shirt, so it doesn't rub too much against his cuts.

"Can I see?" You whisper as you pull away and look at him wih pleading eyes.

Castiel's eyes harden as he turns around and lifts his shirt eniugh for you to see the edges of the gauze.

With a thoughtful expression on your face, you push him towards the bed.

"Shirt off. Lay down on your belly."

The angel looks at you nervously before pulling off his shirt awkwardly and shuffling towards the bed.

His body moves fluidly, his muscles rippling as he lowers himself slowly onto his belly with a muffled grunt of pain.

A blush paints your face as your gaze scans over his well toned figure, and he clears his throat with his own blush spreading across his face.

"Right sorry!" Snapping back to the present, you walk over to him and gently start removing the gauze.

"What are you doing?" Castiel turns his head to look at you as best as he can while you work, and you smile happily as you manage to remove one upper layer of gauze without hurtig him.

"A quick little spell to heal your back." Your expression turns painful then sad as you see one if the gashes.

A hiss leaves the angel's lips as you peel the gauze away from the other gash, and you have to stop yourself from flinching away.

"Mih laeh esaelp, nus eht fo drol ollopA hO!" You mumble the words quietly as you trace your fingers around the wounds. Provoking a shiver from the now red-faced angel.

A soft breeze whistles through the bunker, and where your fingers touch leaves a trail of smooth unblemished skin behind.
You take a risk and drag yiur fingertips lightly across the middle of both gashes, and it heals them both instantly.

"What language was that?"
Castiel seemingly feels much better, and he hesitantly rolls onto his back.

"English. Just backwards. A greek spell." You smile down at the angel, and a squeal nearly escapes you as he flashes his own adorable, tentative smile.

"Thank you Y/n."

Castiel moves to stand, and you quickly step back to give him space.

He takes a couple steps before turning proudly to face you.

A giggle escapes your lips as you pull him towards the couch and click on a movie.

"Now that that's dealt with, time for you to have some fun!"
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It's been three days since you healed Castiel. His mood has risen, and he is now mostly back to his former self.

Minus the angel juice and wings of course.

"Hey Y/n-"

A crash from ouside the panic roo. cuts him off, and your eyes open wide as you reach under your sweater to grab your gun.

"Stay here. Don't go anywhere."

You quickly leave the protesting angel as you exit the panic room and run quietly up the stairs.

Of course you forgot to lock the roo. in your haste.

Reaching the kitchen, you move to peer into the livingroom, only to be thrown harshly into a wall.

A pained scream leaves your lips, and downstairs, a panicking human Castiel instinctively grabs his angel blade before running upstairs.

"Y/n?" He sees you pinned to the wall, by none other than Raphael.

"Let her go Raphael."

The archangel only smirks and makes a fist with his hand. Causing blood to gurgle up past your lips and coughs attack your smaller body.

"Raphael! Enough!"

Cass steps forwards. Fully intending to rid the world of Raphael. But the archangel pays him no mind as he flicks his other wrist, sending the angel crashing to the opposite wall.

"Don't do this." Castiel starts coughing and blood slowly starts to trickle from his mouth.

Pain shoots through you in waves, and tears fall down your cheeks.

"You would start a new war so soon Castiel?"
Raphael mocks Cass as he tightens his hold on your lungs.

"At least I know what I'm fighting for. Who. I'm fighting for. And I don't care if heaven refuses to accept me back after this."

A laugh booms from Raphael as he looks to Cass then to you in disgust.

"Her? You would risk so much for another one of these hairless monkeys?"

"Anything to keep her safe."

Raphael scoffs, and drops his hold on you.

"Then prove it."
He releases Castiel from his hold and spreads his arms.

Giving you the perfect chance to weakly lunge at him from behind.

"Why won't you just stay down?!" Raphael turns his full attention to you,and flings you across the room.

While he's distracted, Castiel leaps at him from behind quickly plunging the angel blade through his chest.

A groan leaves your lips from the pain as Castiel drops to his knees next to you.

"Cass? Thank you..."

"Anything for you Y/n." He picks you up gently, and carries you down to the panic room.

A groan leaves your lips as be lays you on the bed, and he moves to bring you a blanket.

"Why Cass?"

By some miracle, Castiel manages to hear your question, and confusion flits across his face briefly before he shakes his head and brings the blanket to you.

"Because I care about you.."
He stretches to lay it over you, but you reach up and drag him down onto the bed.
Burrying your nose into his chest, you manage to mumble: "Stay.."

A smile breaks out over Castiel's face, and he switches your positions so you are laying on his chest with the blanket over you both.

You yawn as you wrap your arms around his middle, and a dark blush skyrockets to your face as you realise what you have done.

But before you can move or appologise, Castiel wraps his strong arms tightly around you, and leans forwards slightly to kiss the top of your head.

His heart is beating rather quickly. A sign of nervousness as you snuggle closer to him.
"I care about you too Castiel.."

Epilogue

Three hours later~

"Quiet. You'll wake her." Castiel's tone is scolding as the Winchesters and Bobby barge into the panic room.

The jaws of the boys are slack as they take in the sight in front of them.

Y/n is laying on Castiel's chest, her arms around his neck and his around her waist.

Castiel glares at the boys until hey hurridly leave the room. Not wanting to deal with any more weirdness today.

The second they leave, and the door is closed, Castiel's expression softens, and he plants a less awkward kiss on the top of your head.

"Anything for you my love..."