Castiel x Reader
“I can’t.” I whisper, glaring halfheartedly at Sam as I drop onto the foot of Sam’s bed. “He would never go out with someone like me.”
Sam just rolls his eyes in response to me. “How can you know that if you never tell him?” He asks me with a barely suppressed smirk. “Dean and Cas will be back soon with our dinner; you should ask him then.”
I shrug, moving up the bed to rest my back against the headboard with my shoulder brushing against Sam’s. “I’ll tell him when I’m good and ready and not a moment sooner. And you’re not gonna say anything either okay Sam?” I ask nervously with a quick glance up at him.
He merely rolls his eyes again while putting an arm around me, letting me rest my head against his shoulder. I start to doze off only to jerk awake when the door to Sam’s room is thrown open and Dean is entering, holding up bags of McDonalds while grinning at us. He says something about cheap delicious dinner and to hurry up to the kitchen before he’s disappearing from the doorway.
Swinging my legs over the edge of Sam’s bed, I wince as my bare feet come into contact with the cold floor of the bunker and goosebumps form on my forearms. Grabbing one of Sam’s sweaters form his closest, I follow him to the kitchen where Dean’s emptying the McDonalds bags out onto the table.
I meet Castiel’s eyes with a shy smile but I feel it fade when Castiel’s eyes move over my form, a frown briefly playing on his lips before it’s gone for his usual deadpan expression. I’ve barely turned back to Dean when he’s tossing a wrapped chicken sandwich at me.
“Eat. We have a lot of research ahead of us tonight.” Dean orders before dropping onto a chair, biting into a burger of his own. Sam grabs the only salad before joining his brother, leaving me standing awkwardly in the center of the kitchen with Castiel.
Looking back at Castiel, I hold a burger out at him. “I know angel don’t have to eat but...” I trail off as Castiel accepts the burger but doesn’t unwrap it. Grabbing the rest of my meal, I sit at one of the other empty chairs, joining the brothers in eating in silence.
A few seconds pass before Castiel slowly joins us. The four of eat in silence. Dean munching on the large fries with Sam swiping the occasionally few as he finishes up his salad. They both finish long before Castiel and I, and after Sam whispers something to Dean, who shots me a smirk, they both take off out of the kitchen.
I can feel Castiel’s eyes on me and I slowly grow self-conscious at someone watching me eat. When I look up at the angel, I’m surprised to see him frowning at my form again. Glancing down at the sweater in worry I’ve dirtied myself but finding nothing, I set my sandwich down with a sigh.
“Did I do something today?” I ask him.
Castiel finally meets my eyes, still frowning as he shakes his head. “Not you.” He bits his lower lip for a brief moment but before I can say something he’s continuing. “How long have you been with Sam?”
“You know the answer to that Cas. Two years; ever since he saved me from a vampire clan.” I shrug.
Castiel shakes his head again. “I knew about that. I meant how long had Sam and you been together, as in dating.”
A small laugh slips from my mouth before I can stop it. “I’m not dating Sam, I’ve never even been interested in him. Why do you think that?”
Castiel glances away from me. “You spend a lot of time with him, alone in his room and separate from everyone else. And you have began to wear his clothes.” He remarks quietly which only makes me laugh again.
“We’re not dating Cas.” I repeat myself with a gentle smile, leaning forward to rest my hand on top of his. “I wear his sweaters because they’re baggy and soft and therefore very comfortable. I have my eye on someone else.”
The grabs Castiel’s attention and he’s looking back at me with alert eyes. “Who do you ‘have your eye on?’” He asks me, something that sounds suspiciously like jealous in his voice.
Taking a deep breath as I lean across the table, the food forgotten between us, I squeeze my eyes shut while pressing my lips to his. It doesn’t last long, maybe a second or two and then I’m pulling away. Castiel seems frozen, his arms by his side, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar.
Worried that I’ve misinterpreted what was in Castiel’s voice, I stand to my feet as my face begins to heat up. I mutter a quiet apology to Castiel before I’ve run from the kitchen, cursing my feelings and horrible social skills under my breath.