Demon!Reader X Castiel
Imagine: Castiel comforting you after a nightmare.
I would like to apologize to Dean Winchester for stealing his man.
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I followed behind them through the streets. The Winchesters and their pet angel! I had finally found them. All I wanted was to talk. To make them realize that I want to help and nothing more.

They turned to an alley and I rolled my eyes. As if I wouldn't know that they'll be waiting for me. I still followed.

I was pushed against the dirty walls. I let out a groan and felt the cold sting of a blade against my throat.
"Who are you?" The older Winchester demanded. I sighed, glancing around. "I just want to talk." I held my hand up in defense.
"Then talk." Sam, I think, demanded. "Who are you?"
"Y/N"
"Now what are you?" Dean demanded.
I paused.
"A demon." The angel spoke up narrowing his eyes. Castiel. I smirked. Oh...
"Meg was right." I winked. "You are hot."
"You know Meg?" Cas demanded.
"Yes. Close friend of mine. Until that Crowley killed her." I spit out. I eyed the knife by my throat. "On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to kill me?" I taunted Dean.
"Around the high thirties." He growled out.
"Wow. What button do I have to press to get that number down." I smirked.
"Let the knife go Dean." Cas stated.
"Wha- are you sure, Cas?" Dean glanced at him in shock. He gave him a curt nod. Dean hesitantly put the knife away. I straightened up my jacket.
"You crumbled it!" I complained with a pout.
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2 YEARS LATER

I opened my eyes with a start. I sat up and clutched the side of my bed, panting. The memory of my nightmare still running through my mind. I threw the blanket off, the heat was unbearable. I ran my hand through my hair with a sigh when I could breathe again. But I wasn't done yet. The nightmare was too fresh. Too real. Tears started forming in my eyes and before I knew it I was sobbing. I buried my face in my hands in an attempt to silence the sobs.

The Winchesters have taken me into their bunker. I've lived there for a year. They trusted me and I trusted them but not enough to tell them everything. Not enough to tell them about the torture I've been through in hell. Not enough to tell them the times I was used like a puppet. Just to kill.

I startled when I heard a knock. I snapped my head to the door and cleared my throat.
"W-who is it?" I flinched when my voice cracked.
"Y/n?" He replied. "It's Castiel." Oh crap.
"What's up?" I said smoothly. I sighed inwardly when I realized how calm I sounded. I was so used to putting on a mask, it came like a second nature.
"I heard something. Are you okay?" He asked.

"Wait. Why are you knocking? You can just flap in!" I sat up a little, wiping at my face to get the tears off.
"True. But I've learned that people don't seem to like that." He explained.
"Well I'm not people." I muttered. I heard a flap of wings and Castiel was standing by the foot of my bed. "You're right. People don't." I frowned.

"Now. Please answer my question." He furrowed his eyebrows like he always does. "Are you okay?"
I hesitated. If I lied he would be able to tell. But if I said the truth, he might force me to talk about it. I'm not ready for that.
"I... No." I sighed, completely throwing my calm demeanor out the window. " I'm not okay."

"Oh. I must say." He started. "I know."
"K-know what?" I snapped my head up to meet his blue eyes.
"What you've been through." He hesitated. "I may have accidentally seen your dream. I didn't mean to! Getting my grace back has made me stronger than I realized and it just happened!"
"Oh." I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Do you mind if I accompany you onto your sleeping object?"
"You still don't know what a bed is?" I rolled my eyes before scooting over and patting the spot.
"I don't need to sleep anyway." He sat down awkwardly and I blushed realizing how close we were.

I turned to him to see that he was staring at me. I stared into his blue eyes. The same eyes I have found comfort in for the last two years. I shuddered realizing I was cold again. We leaned forward, maintaining eye contact. I leaned forward, capturing Cas's lips in mine. He took a second but he kissed me back and we moved in sync. I wrapped my hand around his neck and his hands roamed towards my waist. We pulled each other closer. I pulled back when I ran out of breath.

"I love you." I confessed, leaning my forehead against his.
"I believe I love you too." Cas muttered. I'm in love with an angel. Something I never thought would happen. He both laid down on the bed. I laid my head on his chest and hugged him. He put a hand around me, using the other one to wipe away the tears on my face. Soon, I fell asleep again. An angel and a demon in love. That is our story.

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