Imagine #2: Imagine Castiel:
I do not own the Supernatural Characters or universe. I just enjoy taking them out to play. I realized that all my stories center around my boys, but got the urge to visit the angel on all of our shoulders. OC Character Rosalyn belongs to me.
They had been at it for hours. Castiel, Sam, and Rosalyn poured over the heaps of books. Every once in a while, one of them would break the silence by pointing something out to the rest of the group. Then Rosalyn would turn her headphones back up and delve back in, Sam would run his hand through his unruly hair and get right back at it making notes in his journal, and Cass would continue doing what he could.
Finally, it was more than the angel could take. He slammed his book shut, earning him a look from the two other hunters, and he popped out of the room.
"What's ruffling his feathers?" Rosalyn asked looking at Sam.
"No idea," Sam replied with a shrug.
Then Rosalyn turned her headphones back up and Sam ran his hands through his hair and they got back to work.
Castiel popped back up right behind Dean in the expansive bunker garage. Dean was leaned over inside the hood of the Impala pulling out the dipstick and preparing to do a long overdue oil change.
"Hello, Dean," the angel spoke suddenly. Dean jumped from the sudden intrusion to his silence and slammed his head into the open hood of the vintage car.
"Dammit, Cass," he began rubbing the top of his head. It was then that he noticed the disgruntled look on his friend's face.
"What's up, Cass?" he asked picking up a red rag and wiping the dipstick on it before turning to return it to its home. He waited a moment and then withdrew it once more, looked at it and frowned.
"I find myself frustrated," Castiel finally spoke.
"Okay?" Dean said, waiting for more explanation. Castiel wasn't forthcoming and his jaw was set.
"What is frustrating you, Cass?" he pressed.
"It's her tongue," the angel spoke.
Dean was pulling over a glider but pulled up short, his brow furrowed with confusion.
"What?" he asked.
"Rosalynn's tongue, it's very frustrating," he continued.
Dean sat down on the glider but did not lay down and restart his work.
He wasn't sure what to say to support his friend.
"Um, I'm not sure what to say here Cass," he finally spoke.
Castiel dropped and sat on the cold, concrete floor. He pulled his knees up and pushed the excess fabric of his coat behind him.
"It's not just her tongue. Sometimes she bites her lips when she is really concentrating. Then other times she silently sings along with whatever music is going through those headphones of hers. It's maddening," he finished.
"So Rosalyn is annoying you?" Dean asked.
"No. She isn't annoying. She… I just find it hard to get things done when she does stuff like that."
Dean's lips turned up into a little smirk. He thought he had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
"So you have a crush on her?" he asked.
Castiel looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I am unfamiliar with that term," he said earnestly.
Dean rolled his green eyes and laughed.
"You like her?" he asked.
"Of course, she is a good friend and a member of Team Free Will," came his stoic reply.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and grinned. Nothing was ever simple with Cass.
"Okay man, so those things frustrate you. Can you tell me things about her that don't frustrate you?"
"Um, whenever I listen to music, I find many of them can describe her perfectly," he said.
"Okay, that I can work with. What songs?" he asked.
"There is this one song, Bette Davis Eyes, that makes me think about her," he said wistfully. "They are very blue, I like to look at them."
Dean waited.
"I sometimes hear country music and there are a few songs that make me think of her but I assume it is my vessel and not myself that thinks about them."
"No, you don't get to pull that crap Cass. Jimmy has been gone for a long time, any feelings you got are all yours," Dean scolded.
Castiel narrowed his eyes at Dean, utilizing the full force of the bitch face he had learned from both Winchester boys.
"Don't you give me that look," Dean said gleefully.
"Look, it sounds like you are thinking about her in a romantic way," he said. "Have you said anything to her?"
"No. I came straight to you," he said.
"Well, it sounds like what you want, I don't have to give to you man. There's only one thing to do," he stated with a hint of suggestion.
Castiel looked at Dean.
Dean looked at Castiel.
Castiel... continued to look at Dean.
"You need to go talk to her man!" Dean finally specified before laying down on the glider and pushing himself underneath his beloved Impala.
Castiel stood up and dusted himself off from where he had been. If Dean had said that talking to Rosalyn was a good idea then it probably was.
He could have just popped up where she was but he decided to walk and take a moment to figure out what he was going to say.
He returned to the table where they had all been studying. Sam was there but Rosalyn was missing.
"Hey Cass, you alright man?" Sam asked as the angel walked into the room.
"Yes, Sam, I am fine. Do you know where Rosalyn is?" he asked, his face carved into singular focus.
"I think that she went into the kitchen," Sam said trying and failing to hide a smirk at his friend.
Castiel turned on his heel and indeed found Rosalyn in the kitchen, swaying to music only she could hear.
He walked up and announced himself.
"Rosalyn, may I have a word with you?" he queried. But his plea fell on deaf ears as she only continued to sway to the music.
He felt slightly ashamed and a bit heated as he watched her denim clad hips move back and forth to the melody of her music. The song must have been slow as she kept a relatively subtle rhythm.
Finally, after several seconds of just watching her, he managed to work up the nerve to tap her on the shoulder. She turned around slightly startled but gave him a warm smile in return.
She removed one side of her headphones and let it dangle by her shoulder.
"Hey Cass!" she said. "What's up?"
He looked at her, taking a second to study her face.
"I was talking to Dean and I told him about my frustration with you," he said.
"I frustrate you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the information the angel was giving her.
"Yes, I find myself thinking about you all the time, and I enjoy watching your little quirks. Dean says that I have a crush on you. I am inclined to believe him," he professed.
Realizing that he was trying to explain himself and not offend her, she moved a little closer to him.
"Well that is what Dean thinks, but what does Castiel think?" she drawled.
"Castiel thi… I feel that I am very attracted to you," he said.
"Oh yeah?" she entreated him.
"Yes," he said.
"It's probably just because we are always around each other, it's alright," she said turning back to what she had been doing.
He considered this for a moment. Then walked over to see what she was making.
"What are you doing?" he asked, suddenly aware of his close proximity to her. Was this what Dean was always talking about when he spoke of personal space?
"Well, it has been unusually quiet around here- not that it is a bad thing. We have gotten a lot of work done, but I thought it might be nice if we did something special. So I have been slow cooking food today. And I made some chocolate pies like my grandma used to make," she explained as she took the lid off of a crockpot and let him smell.
He stood there for a moment before he realized what she was trying to let him do.
"It smells very nice," he commented.
She smiled. "Thank God, because I am not exactly what you would call domestic," she added.
She opened the oven and pulled out two hot pie crusts, placing them on the oven top.
He watched as she poured a brown, thick substance from a sauce pan into the shells and smoothed them out with a spatula. Then she carried them one by one to the refrigerator.
The silence was palpable.
"Do you like chocolate pie?" she asked him.
"I am not sure, I don't eat," he said.
"But you could if you wanted to, right?" she continued.
"I would imagine that I could," he agreed.
She smiled at him and beckoned to him with a crook of her finger. Then she took the same finger and swirled it around the remains of the pie filling left in the saucepan.
He was right in front of her now and looking straight at her. There he was drowning in the blue pools of her eyes, her Bette Davis eyes.
She pulled her finger up, now coated in the chocolate concoction and held it out to him. He looked at her but wasn't sure what she wanted him to do.
"Wanna taste?" she asked.
He took a chance that he understood what she was offering and he eased his full lips toward her finger and opened his mouth, taking the finger inside.
He closed his lips and tasted the sweet sauce on her skin. He could never remember having a flavor like this in his existence. It was sweet but savory at the same time. The texture was soft and creamy and he found he enjoyed it immensely. He closed his eyes and ran his tongue around her finger, eager to get every drop of the mix. He let out a deep moan that surprised himself.
He found himself eager for something else and long after the chocolate was gone, he continued to run his tongue around her finger. When he opened his eyes to look into hers, he was surprised to see that hers were closed. Her breathing was slightly elevated and he could feel that her heart rate was as well.
Finally, he determined that to continue would be irrational, he pulled her finger from his lips. She opened her eyes and found that he was staring at her. There was the slightest smile playing on his lips.
She took a second to catch her breath, figuring that she had been caught anyway.
"Well?" she asked.
"It was very good," he said in a breathy tone. She turned and picked up the sauce pans and utensils and placed them into the sink. She needed to turn around and find her composure.
It was short-lived however, when she felt him come up behind her. He very tentatively put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around to him.
"Rosalyn," he purred, "do you find me attractive as well?" he murmured as he pressed his lips against her neck.
Her knees buckled slightly and she had to grasp the edge of the counter momentarily. Jesus, Rosalyn, get it together. All he did was kiss your neck.
He laid his nose onto the soft skin he had just kissed and nuzzled into her.
"Yes, Castiel. You are beautiful," she whispered back.
Emboldened he placed a hand on her lower back and pulled her tightly to him. He was strong, and she felt herself move quickly and as closely as she had ever been to the angel.
He didn't wait but instead ran his free hand into her auburn hair and leaned forward capturing her lips in his.
She wasn't sure where an angel had learned to kiss like that but she was sure that didn't give a damn at the moment. She found herself eagerly returning the kiss and once he knew that she was with him, he intensified the kiss on his end.
Rosalyn let out a long moan into his mouth. It had been a long time, maybe never, since she had been kissed with quite this much passion.
He broke the kiss much to her chagrin. "You need to breathe," he told her.
"Breathing is highly overrated," she said even as she took in a lungful of much needed oxygen.
"Rosalyn, should we go to your bedroom?" he purred into her ear.
She briefly thought about what level of Hell someone would go to for desiring an angel the way she did but she ignored it and placed her forehead against his, shaking her agreement.
With a jerk and a pop, she found them in her room. She looked to the door as the bolt locked- by itself.
Rosalyn was fairly confident and rarely found herself at a loss for words. But in this instance, she felt like a virgin waiting for instruction.
She watched as Castiel removed the long trench coat and laid it over the chair under her desk. He walked over to her slowly, loosening his tie as he came.
Waking up, she reached over and took the tie from him pulling it up and over his head and tossing it to the floor.
She began to unbutton his white dress shirt. He watched under hooded eyes, and as she reached the last one he looked directly at her. Through her eyes and into her soul?
With the last button open, he slid the shirt over his shoulders and down to the floor. This was the first time she had ever seen the angel in anything other than his business attire and signature coat.
He was well built. His body wasn't ridiculously over-muscled but well defined. His arms looked strong and his skin almost glowed.
Remembering her gesture from earlier, he crooked his finger at her and bit down on his bottom lip and she was gone. She moved towards him, like she was in a trance.
He quickly but expertly divested her of her clothes and gently laid her down on the top cover of her bed. She lay there and was presently met with his body, moved over hers and his lips poised above her own.
He gently kissed her lips before using his tongue to open her lips. She readily accepted and deepened his kiss. They were in no hurry and continued to kiss for what felt like hours. Every nerve in her body trembled as he continued to kiss her into oblivion.
It was then that she felt the tips of his fingers gliding over the flesh of her collarbone. He moved so slowly and reverently. Goosebumps made their ways across her skin and she shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked her, still slowly petting her.
"No," she barely murmured. His hand trailed down past her breasts, careful not to touch either of them. Her chest heaved.
Still tracing down he covered every inch of her body.
"You are beautiful Rosalyn. Your body is strong and capable. I can see that you sometimes feel poorly about yourself, you shouldn't. You are divine," he said as he ghosted his lips across the same trail that his fingers had just started.
He was speaking directly to the deepest thoughts she had, to the moments where she lamented that she was not the type of woman that most men gravitated to. She obsessed over what she felt were too many curves.
"I love your body, Rosalyn. I fear that I won't be able to draw away from you should a need come up," he said.
She was overwhelmed with emotion and knew that if she didn't get it under control that she never would.
Slipping back into her teasing voice, she spoke, "Speaking of things coming up," she gestured at his very obvious arousal.
"I am very, very aroused right now. It's true, but as they say, I am running this show. All in good time," and with that he eased his body down her body and stopped just before her most intimate area.
She could see his blue eyes, nearly glowing, and peering deeply into her own. He never looked away as his tongue darted out to lazily draw against her.
She breathed in as deeply as she could. He continued with slow, languid strokes against her sex. The more he worked the closer she came to the edge.
"You are trembling Rosalyn," he said as he dipped back down. Then she felt the first of three long, perfect fingers enter her.
Her body lifted itself up and she cried out.
"Castiel!" she cried loudly. He relished the sound of his full, given name spilling from her lips. No Cass. Cass was the friendly angel. No she was crying for Castiel, the mighty warrior of the Lord.
He loved it. And he loved her.
The second finger dipped in and she began to shake again, still not down from the last one. He twisted his fingers and her whole body began to shake.
"Please, Rosalyn," he begged her. And she gave into the force of the orgasm shaking through her body. The third finger found her clitoris and with the slightest pressure against it, her body convulsed and she moaned out low and loud.
Castiel worked his way back up her body and positioned himself between her still trembling knees.
He gently eased himself into her, so painstakingly slowly. When he was finally in as far as he could go, he gave way to an entirely human feeling as his own head lolled back at the feeling of her encapsulating him.
He pushed gently into her and out. He was running purely on instinct and his memories from the couple of days he had spent as human last. This was different though, rather than remember this with regret he knew that he would hold it like a prayer in his heart.
Rosalyn usually wasn't a fan of the slow and gentle nature of this type of lovemaking, but then again she couldn't remember the last time a man had made love to her.
He continued to rock into her, their breathing lined up with one another.
"I can feel that I am close to my end," Castiel whispered into his ear. "Come with me," he half asked, half commanded her.
A few more deep strokes and his body was shaking. As requested they came together and he closed his mouth tightly as he felt his release and feared which of his voices would utter his pleasure.
When they were done, he slowly rolled over next to her and laid down. His left arm drifted behind his head and she immediately placed her head on his chest.
Her fingers traced across his chest. He smiled enjoying the sensations she left.
"Castiel, that was amazing," she finally broke the silence.
"I was worried that it would not be pleasing to you," he said quietly.
"Oh, I promise, I am so very, very pleased," she breathed out.
He laughed lightly. "I am not very experienced," he said softly though an adorable smile.
"You. Were. Perfect," she said, taking the opportunity to turn his chin in her own hand and kiss him passionately.
He turned to her and she to him and they gazed at each other. With the fingers of his left hand, he caressed her arm.
"You have Bette Davis eyes," he said to her. She felt herself smile widely.
"That is the sweetest and corniest thing, anyone has ever said to me," she said.
He could feel the exhaustion rolling off of her.
"You're tired, Rosalyn," he said to her. She responded by gripping her arm around him tighter.
"Please, stay with me," she begged as her eyes began to fall into the grasps of sleep.
"Of course, I will stay with you always," he said as he kissed the top of her head and watched her fade into sleep.
When she awoke the next morning, she was happy to see that true to his word Castiel was still right there with her.
"Good morning," he crooned to her.
"Good morning, angel," she said. He smiled.
She was in no hurry to rise even though she knew that she should. The decision was finally made for her when they heard a knock at the door.
"Rosy, are you in there?" Dean called out as he opened the door and walked in. "This pie! Oh my God, you…"
He looked at the couple and they looked at him. He smiled and backed out of the room slowly, giving Castiel a big thumbs up before exiting the room and closing the door.
Cass looked over at her and his eyes softened. "Can we do this again?" he asked.
"Oh yes, I don't ever want to frustrate you again," she said as she pulled him back over her into a brand new deep kiss and a brand new day. Fin
A/N: I have always thought that sex with Dean would be fun and liberating, sex with Sam would be intense and hot, and sex with Castiel would be life-altering, cosmic, and euphoric. Decided that I wanted to devote some time to yet another impossibly beautiful man. Seriously how does one get a job like that casting director? Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are love. M2L