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Castiel made his way through the dim lighted diner where he'd be meeting up with the Winchesters. He neared the booth when he was surprised to see a third head over the seats. (y/n)'s head turned to see Cas once again in a long while. Dean kept his head low but kept a watchful eye on the "angel".
"(y/n)..." Cas smiled sitting beside Sam on the other side of the booth.
"Hey, Cas." She responded smiling as her bright eyes sparkled at him.
He felt his heart melt a little remembering how close they used to be. Dean cleared his throat breaking Cas's eye contact with (y/n), also wrapping a protecting arm around her shoulder. As they got to business about a new case nearby Castiel would glance over at (y/n) to watch how her hair would fall over her face. Oh how tempted he was to tuck a strand behind her ear and see her beautiful face close to his. He knew this is what people talked about in songs and movies. It was love, as Sam once explained to him. He felt a strong glare come from Dean making him look down at his fiddling fingers. Dean felt his hand grip tighter onto the table as the other lay lazily over his lovers shoulder.
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"What the hell, Cas?!" He yelled over the table as (y/n) excused herself to the bathroom. Cas rolled his eyes over at Dean.
"What?"
"WHAT?! Why are you giving her the GOOGLY eyes?"
"Look, Dean, it's not you-"
"No! It's you!"
"Dean.." Sam interjected more calmly. An awkward silence came upon the three guys.
"Look, All I'm saying is, Keep you hands to yourself, alright?" Dean demanded.
"I'm tempted..." Cas mumbled as Sam face palmed wishing he hadn't brought that up.
"TEMP-" Dean stopped himself from yelling again and squished his face into his hands. He stood up from the table leaning forward, "STAY. AWAY. FROM. MY GIRL, CAS." Dean stomped off closing the dinner door roughly.
(y/n) just emerged from the restroom shocked to find the booth without Dean. She glanced over at the windows where she saw Dean enter the Impala. She rolled her eyes making her way outside, she felt eyes following her. She turned back just in time to see Castiel blue eyes staring back at her. She quickly sped off towards the passenger seat trying the door handle that wouldn't budge. She banged on the car, " Open the door, Dean." She heard a click and opened the door.
She stepped in falling into the leather seat. "Babe? What's going on?"
Dean sighed reaching over for her hand, " The whole Apocalypse doesn't ring a bell?"
She laughed tightening her grip on his hand. "Well you know you can tell me anything right?"
Dean smiled pulling her hand to his lips then kissing it softly, "Of course I know." His head fell back into the seat as he closed his eyes hand in hand with his love.
"(y/n)..." Cas smiled sitting beside Sam on the other side of the booth.
"Hey, Cas." She responded smiling as her bright eyes sparkled at him.
He felt his heart melt a little remembering how close they used to be. Dean cleared his throat breaking Cas's eye contact with (y/n), also wrapping a protecting arm around her shoulder. As they got to business about a new case nearby Castiel would glance over at (y/n) to watch how her hair would fall over her face. Oh how tempted he was to tuck a strand behind her ear and see her beautiful face close to his. He knew this is what people talked about in songs and movies. It was love, as Sam once explained to him. He felt a strong glare come from Dean making him look down at his fiddling fingers. Dean felt his hand grip tighter onto the table as the other lay lazily over his lovers shoulder.
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"What the hell, Cas?!" He yelled over the table as (y/n) excused herself to the bathroom. Cas rolled his eyes over at Dean.
"What?"
"WHAT?! Why are you giving her the GOOGLY eyes?"
"Look, Dean, it's not you-"
"No! It's you!"
"Dean.." Sam interjected more calmly. An awkward silence came upon the three guys.
"Look, All I'm saying is, Keep you hands to yourself, alright?" Dean demanded.
"I'm tempted..." Cas mumbled as Sam face palmed wishing he hadn't brought that up.
"TEMP-" Dean stopped himself from yelling again and squished his face into his hands. He stood up from the table leaning forward, "STAY. AWAY. FROM. MY GIRL, CAS." Dean stomped off closing the dinner door roughly.
(y/n) just emerged from the restroom shocked to find the booth without Dean. She glanced over at the windows where she saw Dean enter the Impala. She rolled her eyes making her way outside, she felt eyes following her. She turned back just in time to see Castiel blue eyes staring back at her. She quickly sped off towards the passenger seat trying the door handle that wouldn't budge. She banged on the car, " Open the door, Dean." She heard a click and opened the door.
She stepped in falling into the leather seat. "Babe? What's going on?"
Dean sighed reaching over for her hand, " The whole Apocalypse doesn't ring a bell?"
She laughed tightening her grip on his hand. "Well you know you can tell me anything right?"
Dean smiled pulling her hand to his lips then kissing it softly, "Of course I know." His head fell back into the seat as he closed his eyes hand in hand with his love.
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"I'm tempted" oh my god I lose it here 🤣🤣🤣🤣