𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

independant {1} | castiel x reader

type: fluff, angst
warnings: mild swearing

imagine: cas wants to excessively heal you after a hunt, but you insist that you're fine

•

You stumbled through the bunker's hallway, a trail of blood following you. You gripped your side, trying to stop the bleeding. A cut on your temple let blood flow freely down the side of your face. You let out a strangled groan, trying to get to anyone.

It was nearly 4 am, and you were regretting everything. You collapsed onto the floor, your eyesight blurring for a few seconds. You sucked in a deep breath, using all of your energy to scream, "Sam! Dean!"

Dean's door swung open soon after, and you half smiled. "Y/N!" He yelped, racing to your side. Sam sped around the corner, noticing you immediately. He ran toward you, crouching down.

"What happened?" Sam mumbled, picking you up. Dean stood back up, quickly pacing to get some cauterizing material.

You let out a huff of breath. "Heh, little scratch. Not too important."

Sam gave you a disappointed side glare, carrying you through the corridor. Dean walked in with supplies and some of the strongest looking painkillers you'd ever seen.

Your brain let you forget that they were high dosage. You giggled, not exactly knowing why. "Pills," You said with a sing song voice.

Sam set you down, and Dean handed you the pills. You groaned, throwing them into your mouth, uncomfortably dry swallowing them.

There was the sounding of flutters, and you noticed Cas. Your eyesight went fuzzy before coming back to you. Cas breathlessly mumbled, "Y/N." He paced over, gently pushing Dean out of the way. "What happened to her?"

"We don't know," Sam responded, and you let out a long sigh. "I think she's a little hazy right now."

Cas outstretched his hand, leaning towards your stomach wound, but you grabbed his wrist. "Don't," You groaned. "I'm good, man. Hella good. Good as Hell. Literal Hell."

Cas and Dean both shot you a confused look. You began giggling more, playfully shoving Cas away. Your wound still openly bled, you seemingly forgetting about it. "What is she-" Cas started.

You sat up, sucking in a sharp breath. "Aye! God is finally taking me," You mumbled, slowly fading away from consciousness. The moment you passed out, Cas placed his hand on your side, healing the wound.

He watched intently before declaring, "She's alright. She'll wake up later."

"Thanks Cas," Sam sighed, going to pick you up. Cas stopped him, motioning for him to go clean himself up.

Cas picked you up delicately, carrying you to your room. He set you down on your bed, tucking the hair that sat on your face behind your ear. He smiled, covering your body with a thick blanket.

He debated whether he should just leave you be, or wake you up to make sure you were really okay.

"She needs her rest," Cas quickly mumbled to himself. He stood up, leaving the room.

•

"Hello, Y/N," Cas smiled as you semi-limped into the bunker library. He noticed, standing up to help you.

Realizing why he stood up, you held your hand out for him to stop. You half grinned, "I'm good, Cas. I just need a little time to fully recover."

"But-" Cas started. You shushed him.

"Time. No magics or grace. You need to heal as well. This type of stuff drains you. Just rest up."

The angel semi-agreed with difficulty. "Are you sure you don't want me to fully heal you? You could further injure your ankle, or even your head if we don't do something about them," Castiel mumbled with a sense of bribery. You shook your head yes. He frowned. "Y/N, please. I can sense your mental distress. You need healing."

"Castiel. I am fine," You stated sternly. A look of doubt washed over his face before he cautiously advanced towards you. He held his arms out for a hug.

You smiled, walking over to him. As you embraced him, Cas gently whispered, "This is for your own good."

He backed out of the hug, and you shot him a quick, concerned glare. In an instant, he placed two fingers onto your forehead, making you black out.

You were uncomfortable with the sudden darkness that greeted you, yet you felt yourself in some type of trance to sleep.

Dean and Sam paced into the room, shouts erupting at the angel. You had difficulty trying to understand what their slurred words meant.

•

You awoke to three men standing around on. You were sitting on a small couch. The tallest spoke first, "Hey, how do you feel?"

Millions of questions raced through your heads, you gave all of the men a confused glare. "W-Who?"

A gruff voice erupted, "What?"

You felt like you needed to cry. Something was wrong. "Am I safe?" You asked, looking at the man in the trench coat.

"Yes, of course."

You let out a heavy sigh. You didn't recognize them. "W-Who are you?"

•

{shelby}
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