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Casifer- Naughty Thoughts

Pairing: Casifer x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Dean x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: flirt, staring, implied smut, cockiness, boldness, acting, injury. Inner thoughts

Summary: While doing research the reader notices the slight change in Castiel. His longing stares, and the flirtatious way he's being with her. Asking him may get her in more trouble than she originally thought.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: @firefly-graphics for divider. Written for Anon, thank you for the request!

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"I need you and Castiel to stay here," Dean says as he starts to pack his bag for another hunt. I'm standing in the doorway of his bedroom, my boot-covered foot tapping the floor.

"Dean I could go with you, I don't need to stay behind," I state arguing with Dean. He drops the jeans that were in his hands and looks up at me then down to my boot-covered foot.

"Come on, Y/n I thought we had gotten over this hill. You stay here, Sam and I've got this. It'll be a simple salt and burn. But you. You aren't coming with us." I huff, standing my ground on Deans' rational words, "But." I go to say, "No buts Y/n. You've got a broken foot, that we had to take you to the emergency room for. Do you remember any of that?" Dean asks me.

I shake my head. "Okay then, so it's settled then. You'll stay here with Castiel, help Sam with some research on the hands of god." Dean orders. Rolling my eyes I salute him before limping away from his doorway.

Within hours Dean and Sam were gone. Saying our quick goodbyes at the bunker's door, leaving me with Castiel. There had only been a few times where it was just the two of us.

I limped down the stairs with Castiel behind me. "Do you need help Y/n?" He asked in his deep and brisk voice, sending a weird feeling down my spine. "I... I should be fine, but thank you Castiel." I stuttered as I finally reached the bottom of the metal stairs.

It was late, by the time they had left. "Well, I'm going to bed now Cas." There's a pause, he's staring at me, longing looks I've noticed since the boys have been gone. "Yes, have a good night's sleep Y/n." He says walking towards the library.

I shake the odd feeling and walk to my room. The room next to Deans was available when I ended up crashing at the bunker, and eventually, it had turned into my room.

I pushed my door open, plopping into the bed. My ankle twitched and ached, so I was careful when I pulled the velcro straps off. Slipping my aching foot out of the boots.

Throwing my shirt, and unclasping my bra. Grabbing my discarded shirt this morning I clasped onto my bed, the cool sheets lulling me to sleep. Not before my mind replayed Castiel's staring at me. His blue eyes scanned my body, lingering on my chest.

When I woke up the next morning I could faintly smell bacon and the smell of eggs. Carefully moving out of bed, slipping back into my boot. I made my way into the kitchen. Castiel stood at the stove, Dean's 'kiss me' apron tied around his waist, and his trench coat thrown over on the seat at the table.

"Good morning Cas," I mumbled. Making my way over to the coffee pot. As I poured my cup of coffee I felt as if someone was watching me, but when I turned looking over my shoulder all I found was Castiel still cooking.

Later in the day, I had finally changed my nightclothes into a more comfortable set of clothing. Sitting at the library tables, I scan through the books.

"Dean has informed me that I must help you in Sam's research for the hands of God," Castiel said, startling me, I jumped a little in my chair. I cross my hand over my heart leaning up against the backing of the chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/n," Castiel says there's a certain way he says it that sends a wave of heat through my body. After catching my breath I was finally able to answer Castiel.

"Yes, I was told that we needed to work on finding some information for Sam. Would you mind helping me?” I ask him. He stands much taller than me, his blue eyes stare at me for a moment before he takes a deep breath and walks over to the library's table.

He takes the seat right in front of me, his trench is gone, his white shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows.

Right now this angel drips with sex, something about the way he’s been looking at me. He’s got some newborn confidence steaming out of every single pore. Castiel sits down on his back straight against the back of the chair. His shoulders are taught, and he gives me a small smirk before grabbing a book.

I have to shake the heat from my body and get back to research. Coughing to conceal my need to get the frustration out of my body I slide in my chair. Castiel looks up and slightly bends his neck, the prominent vein in his neck shows now. All I want right now is to drop myself over his body and lick and suck on his neck.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his tone isn’t condescending. It’s just powerful, again another wave of heat rolls through my body. I’m starting to feel my cheeks rise in heat. I answer Castiel, “I... I’m fine. It’s just rather hot in here right now.” I try not to let my voice float.

He hums and brings his attention back to the book in front of him, I feel like I’ve been pushed aside for a stupid book. Why does not having his attention on me make me feel so weird? Why do I have to have his eyes on me?

This feeling is so odd, I feel like I’m being dragged into a bee’s nest. Anytime I look into those ice-blue eyes I seem to get lost, something like that makes me feel so submissive.

It reminds me of a time where Castiel said something about his true form being taller than the tallest building.

Imagine that being dominated by an angel who knows how much his power can melt me through and through. I look back down at the books in front of me, and when I look up again I catch a glimpse of his blue eyes boring into me.

I look back down, skimming my thumbs over the pages, I’m barely taking any information in, not that I could give a damn about the damn book. I care about Castiel’s thorn-like eyes being on me. It makes my skin feel hot when he looks my way.

My foot throbs as I bounce it below the table. “ Y/n put your foot up here.” Castiel demands, “Sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” “You didn’t bother me, but the pain of the foot I can feel,” Castiel says. I’m hesitant to put my foot up, the boot heavy until all of a sudden it isn’t. Castiel grabbed the boot carefully and placed it on his lap.

“I’m going to take this ghastly thing off. Is that okay, Y/n.” He asks. My lip quivers before I answer. I squeak out “Okay.” His warmth finally touches my bare skin, it’s another shiver down my spine.

What the hell is going on? What is happening to me? What is going on with the shy, normal Castiel?

He starts to graze his fingers over my ankle gently. “Is this okay, sweetie?” He asks and his damn nicknames keep going straight to my head. ‘Sweetie? He’s just being nice. You’re hurt, he’s just being nice.’ I think to myself. “Umm.. yeah it's fine,” I say. Opening another book that sprawled against the hardwood table.

My thoughts can’t get over Castiel's dirty, calloused fingers grazing over my sensitive ankle. Once I’m back in my groove I feel another graze, but it’s higher, his fingers are dancing on my calf, tapping on my knee cap.

I close my eyes and breathe in the cool air settles into my lungs and burns a little. But I’m unphased by it. Now his fingers are dancing back down my calf and past my ankle. He’s playing a game with me?

“No games sweet thing, just me.” He says under his breath but I hear it, I look up from the table and to him “What?” I mutter. “Castiel? You can let go of my leg now.” His features fall, and now there’s a more demonic, dangerous look to him.

“I don’t think I will, dear.” He states his grip on my toes and slides his fingers through the tiny spaces between my toes. “Castiel?” I ask, He hums, “Are you okay? Did I do something? I just don’t understand?” I mutter rather fast.

“It’s rather complicated you see.” He states, his hands coming up from below the table. My ankle twitches and I whimper inwardly as I lose the warmth from his hands. “You see sweetheart, I’m not who you think.” He cracks his neck and sighs deeply.

“What do you mean?” I ask, I’m begging to know more. If this isn’t Castiel then who is it? “Well sweetheart, Who do you think?” He asks, he’s taunting me. The nicknames are throwing me for a loop. “I think.. I think. I don’t know.” I mumble. “What was that pretty girl?” He taunts me again.

“I don’t know who you are?” It comes out more like a question, less confident than I wish it had. He bends a little over the library table and inches closer to my face, my ankle stuck between his taut stomach and his upper thighs.

“Maybe I should come over there and show you.” My eyes beam at the thought, but the unknown is teetering in the back of my head. “I can see it in your eyes dear. Come on, I know you wanna know. You’re a smart pretty little girl. I bet you’ve already figured it out.” He snarks, smirking at me as he releases my ankle and lets it fall gently to the cold concrete floors of the bunker.

My thoughts run wild. Who are you? You definitely aren’t Castiel. Maybe you’re another angel, but that just… that’s not possible. Castiel would never agree to have another angel in his mind.

“Aww, there it is.” I hear Castiel mock me. It clicked. Or at least I think it’s clicked. “I think..” He says as he gets up rounding the long table. He sits just out of reach from me. Arched eyebrows look down at me. “I’ll still show you, because I know you’re just dying to know are you?” He asks. Reaching out he lifts my chin with two fingers.

“Honey, I think you already know.” He says winking at me.

Completed on: 07/15/2021

Posted on: 07/15/2021

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