I know, it's been ages since I've done a Cas imagine. Punch me in the face cause I'm shit. Blah blah blah, sorry.
Imagine: You investigate a murder that looks supernatural. While you're pretending to be FBI, three other FBI guys turn up. You can clearly see their hunters from one of the 'FBI' agents looking confused at everything and messing up.
"Andddd another job for me." I sigh annoyed, looking at my laptop.
Welcome to the hunter life; no breaks, always on the move, butt load of research and...what was the other thing? Oh yeah...MONSTERS!
Right now, I was in some crappy motel, on my computer, looking for cases. To my luck, or not, I managed to stumble across a fresh werewolf case.
"Welp, time for me to become Agent Stark once again." I pushed the prickly motel table chair back, strolling towards my clothes and picking out my FBI outfit, consisting of: a black pencil skirt, white blouse, black blazer and black heels. Can you tell I like black?
Anyway, after changing, I grabbed my fake badge and car key, heading out to my awesome 1966 Cherry Red Mustang. I unlocked her, slumped down into the drivers seat and drove to the crime scene.
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"Agent Stark, FBI." I shoved my badge in the sheriffs face.
He scanned it before allowing me past. "What are the FBI doing on a small town murder case?" He questioned, confused.
"I don't ask questions sir, I just go where they tell me." I answered, repeating the line I used many times.
He seemed to believe it. "So what have we got so far?" I turned the attention back to the scene.
"Oh yes! Well, the body was found a few hours ago by a dog walker. The body itself was found with its heart ripped out of its chest." He explained.
I nodded with a understanding hum. 'Defiantly a werewolf.' I confirmed in my head. "Since this happened before, a few times, we're thinking it's a possible serial killer. A messed up one as well. Who takes people's hearts? It's like that 2009 movie 'My Bloody Valentine' all over again." The Sheriff let out a humourless chuckle.
"Oh yeah, I love that movie!" I say happily. He gave me a weird look. "Oh yeah, back to the case." I coughed awkwardly.
'Way to be professional dork.' I mentally slapped myself.
A silence fell but it was soon broken by a gruff voice. "Agent Bond, Smith and Jones, FBI."
'Shit! Real FBI. Today seems like a good day to be arrested.' I thought sarcastically.
"The FBI just love sending in you guys don't they?" A cop chuckled.
I pretended to observe the body so I wasn't just standing there doing nothing. "What do you mean?" Agent Smith asked.
"There's already another Agent here. She's pretty fine too. If that's what all FBI woman look like then where do I sign up?" The cop smirked.
"Disgusting imbecile." I muttered to myself.
A few minutes later, after questioning the witnesses and jotting down notes, I was about to leave but the FBI guys stopped me.
"Agent Stark is it?" One of them asked.
I caustically turned around to face them. I cleared my throat. "Yes, can I help you?"
"I'm Agent Smith. This is Agent Bond. And that's Agent Jones."
Agent Smith had long hair and was like a giant moose. Bond was shorter, with green eyes and a smirk. Jones, however, had a softer style. He was incredibly handsome but confused. Like a clueless puppy.
They pulled out their badges to show me. Smith and Bond showed theirs with no problem but Jones stumbled about with his, showing it upside down when he managed to. It was pretty cute and funny which made me giggle.
Bond let an annoyed sigh, flipping Jones badge around the correct way. Jones muttered a sorry to him. Anybody on the planet could see that these three were not actually FBI. Their badges were clearly fake and from 'Agent Jones's' performance, it was so obvious. Also, 'Agent Bond?' Really? This guy must think he's funny.
"First off, anybody with a brain cell can see that your badges are fake so get them updated." I stared off, taking them back a little. "Secondly, you're hunters, I know because I'm one too, and finally, you all look good in suits."
'Agent Bond' smirked, 'Smith' was impressed while the other guy was unfazed.
"Is our 'cover' blown Dean?" He asked his friend. I giggled again, how can one guy be this adorable?
"Yeah Cas, its blown." Bond sighed.
"Are we allowed to use our real names?"
"Sure Cas, there's no point in faking it now anyway if she knows." Smith spoke up.
"I'm Castiel, angel of the lord. That's Dean and he's Sam." The adorable man introduced his group.
"Hi my names Y/N and- wait! Angel of the Lord?!" I choke out, wide eyes.
"Um, yes. Did you not hear correctly?" Cas furrowed his eyebrows together.
"Cas you can't just tell people that you're an angel and expect them to be unfazed about it." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Oh, sorry." Cas apologised.
"So, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I smirked. Dean held back a laugh but Sam gave me an unamused face.
"Yes actually. Some of my brothers and sisters-"
"Cas she's flirting with you." Dean interrupted.
Cas contemplated this for a moment. "Hi m-my names Castiel. Y-you better remember t-that cause you will b-be screaming it later?" Cas tried to use a pick up line back but it sounded more of a question.
Sam's eyes widened. Dean burst out laughing. "What? Did I not say that in the correct way Dean?" Cas asked.
"You taught him that?!" Sam shook his head at Dean. Dean nodded proudly.
"Did it work?" Cas said to me.
"No but I did find it very funny." I giggled. Cas smiled with a blush.
"Hey maybe we could pair up for this hunt? It could be interesting." Dean wiggles his eyebrows at me and Cas.
"How so?" Cas asked, tilting his head.
"It doesn't matter Cas. Anyway, I would love to. It's not everyday you meet an adorable angel." I wink at him. Cas grinned happily.
"It's settled then. Cas take your girlfriend and see if you can find the son of a bitch while me and Sam enjoy some good old fashioned research." Dean cheered sarcastically.
"Is Y/N now my girlfriend?" Cas squinted his sapphire eyes confused with the situation once again.
"Not yet Cas, but maybe." I flirt, kissing his cheek and walking off with a sway to my hips.
The three men watched you, especially Cas. He felt something in his stomach and heart but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. Dean shoved Cas playfully.
"Why you still standing there? Move your feathery ass and go get her buddy!" He ushered.
"Oh, err, y-yeah. I'm going." The angel stuttered before hurrying to you...