Cas x Reader

Moisture, that was all you felt. You thought that you were still in hell, and the lights had just gone out for a little bit, when you realized as you were resting your hands on your stomach, there were no more cuts or scars. When you tried to move you found you were in a tight box, a coffin. Sam and Dean had buried you and not given you a propal hunters burial, huh? That was your dying wish and they didnt listen to it, douchbags. You pounded and pounded against the coffin, and you were close to breaking it as you felt specks of dirt flutter down on your face. You stopped when you heard a creaking, and saw the ceiling caving in. One more kick and you were ingulfed by fresh dirt. You started to manically scoop dirt away to let you move upwards. On the way you got dirt in one of your eyes and swore something other than dirt went up your nose, and crawled back out. Despite the hard work it took, when you felt warm sun on your face and your lungs fill with fresh air, nothing seemed it could be better, except Cas. He didnt know it, but you had feelings for him. No one knew, and you also knew it wasnt worth telling him, he doesnt even know what the emotion love really is. Sighing, you pulled yourself out of the dirt and looked around. You were in the middle of a large feild, half of it was burnt, including the area your grave was in. You spotted a burnt cross laying on the ground, and when you tried to pick it up, it crumbled. Sighing, you shivered, and crossed you arms over you bare chest. You screamed as you realized you were completely naked. You ran to the bushes to hide yourself and sat down, sobbing, from both happiness and saddness. You were going to have to find yourself a small town and ask or look for help.

You smiled as you found a small shack in the middle of nowhere, even better, it was a gas station/ storage house. It only looked like it was an abandoned one from the walking dead. You headed in, covering yourself, and searched through random people's storage, until you found a woman lacy bra and underwear pair, a pair of purple jeans, and a baggy shirt with printed on it along with Justin Beiber is his 'baby' days. Sadly it was the only shirt that fit you, the rest were either crop tops or dresses on you. You then raided the shop and stole several bottles of water, a bag of chips, a sandwhich (the coolers still worked), and $2456 (someone kept their collage savings in the storage). You jumpstarted a car and drove off. When you reached civilization, you immediately bought a Aerosmith shirt and threw out your Justin Beiber one. You didnt even want to dress your wounds with that shirt. You realized you were in North Carolina, the same place where you had died, and groaned at the remaining wait ahead for you to reach your home and family, if either one was still even there.

It was just Dean and I at the moment, and we were enjoying dinner when a light knock on the door came. I grabbed my gun as Dean came behind me. I slowly opened the bunker door and couldnt beleive my eyes. It was y/n, it was really y/n. Or at least I beleived it was, Dean on the other hand...

Knew it. Splashed her with holy water. She gave him a bitchface and spit the water out. Then she stalked past us and went downstairs and headed straight to her room. When Dean and I recovered from shock we followed her, and found her sound asleep on her bed, a half empty water bottle and a granola bar were in a plastic bag on the floor. I closed the door and pushed Dean out to the library, despite his protests. "She could be a shapeshifter! She could be an angel! It not her! Thats for sure!"

"Dean it has to be her its inpossible for her to be possesed by anything. It would be useless. Remember we burned her bones and placed the remains in a coffin? No one can posses ! Its y/n!"

"Shes been gone for several years to let us greive and you expect me to just accept it now that she appeared at our doorstep! "

"Well, yeah!"

"Yeah well your insane! Ok!? This is insa-"

"Stop."

Both Dean and I turned to find Castiel standing a couple feet away. He was kinda there for us when we fought, to break us up, since y/n could no longer have done that.

"What is it now? Heaven is very busy and I can not spend all my time helping two babies from cat fighting."

"Its y/n, Cas, did you bring her back like you did to Dean?"

Cas immediately turned to me with concern and hope flashing in his eyes, and a little something else too.

"Shes back? Alive? Where is she?"

"See! I told you Sam! If Cas didnt bring her back then nothing could have! Its a monster!"

"Relax Dean, it is most likely y/n, metatron has been freeing souls from hell lately, and we have seen a pattern in them."

"What the pattern?"

"They are all females that have fallen in love with angels. Now I assume from all the looks y/n has givin several angels she has a type for them. Including metatron-"

"No Cas those are bad looks she gives them!"

"What do you mean?"

"The looks she gives those angels are looks that say not ."

"Oh, well then I wouldnt see what angel she would be in love with, or why metatron would bring her back?"

Before anyone could awnser y/n walked into the room, she saw Cas and immediately hugged him, smiling gleefuly, almost like they had some sort of bond, almost like... oh my god... y/n loved Cas, thats why metatron brought her back. I motioned for Dean to leave the room with me so we could give them some space, and Dean understood, so on the way out he winked at Cas and said,

"So well let you guys discuss what angels, or angel, y/n loves, and let them bond together."

"So well let you guys discuss what angels, or angel, y/n loves, and let the bond together."

You immediately withdrew from cas and blushed as Dean handed Sam a 20$ bill. Damn kids betting on your love life. You were interuppted when cas put a hand on your shoulder and looked at you e/c eyes with his bright blue ones.

"Y/n... do you... do you love me?"

"I... well uh... I... its hard to explain... uh..."

"Ill take that as a yes."

Before you knew it your lips were against his, and you relaxed and pressed your against his. They were suprisingly soft, even when they seemed to have a rough texture, and you smiled to youself.

This year was going to be a lot better.