Supernatural Imagines

Lovesick (Camila x Castiel)

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🎶: 'Latch' by Sam Smith

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You smiled as you drove back to the Bunker after a hunt in the neighbouring state. You were excited to return after a week of working on your own to the Winchesters and Castiel, the Angel.

Your smile turned into a frown as you thought about the day you were leaving the Bunker last week.

*FLASHBACK*

"Is it necessary that you leave?" Castiel asked and you looked at him with small smile. "I have to Cas, it's a case and you guys are way too busy with other stuff and world-saving," You told and he sighed.

"I should go with you. You may need my help," Castiel suggested and you held his arm. He flinched a bit, his muscles tensed a bit. You tilted your head slightly but then shrugged it off.

"I MAY need help. I don't think I will though, it's a simple case," You explained, "Sam and Dean need you more here." He looked at you sadly, then nodded.

"Alright but... be safe. I don't like it when you leave," Castiel said and you kissed his cheek out of friendship. "You're real sweet Cas. One week will go by so quickly don't worry," You said and he stood frozen.

All he did was stare at you, in shock. You raised an eyebrow then chuckled, walking out of your room with your bag. Castiel clenched his fists, not wanting you to leave but... You had to go.

You had to do your work.

*FLASHBACK ENDED*

T

HUD! THUD! THUD!

You knocked on the Bunker door with your fist and waited.

Soon, the door clanged open and there stood Sam, with a smile on his face as soon as he saw you. "Cam!" He said and hugged you tight, "Dean, look who's back!"

You walked down the stairs, followed by Sam, towards Dean who hugged you immediately. "I'm so glad to see you!" Dean said, smiling widely. He looked down the hallway then sighed slightly.

"You should go to your room A.S.A.P," Dean informed and you glanced at Sam with confusion. He had the same look of sadness on his face as his brother.

You made your way to your room hesitantly, not sure about what Dean meant. You pushed the ajar door slowly and peeked inside, finding someone laying on your bed with their back towards you.

The side-table light was on so you could make out that the person inhabiting your bed was someone you knew very well.

"Uh, Cas? W-What are you doing on my bed?" You questioned and switched your room light on. Cas winced a bit but didn't turn around.

You walked over to his side to find that he had the saddest expression on his face. You looked at him with confusion when you saw that he had one of your shirts in his hands.

"Cas, what are you doing with my shirt?" You inferred, slightly creeped out. He sat up and you took the shirt from him, placing it on a chair.

"Your shirts... they remind me of you," He said and you raised an eyebrow. "Uh, of course they do. They're MY shirts," You said flatly but he shook your head in disagreement.

"I can feel you when I touch them. It's like you leave a part of you on them," He said, meaning every single word. You felt a bit odd, freaked out even. "Alright Cas, what's wrong?" You asked and sat next to him.

"I... I-I think I'm sick," He said, rubbing his face and sighing audibly. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, "You're an Angel, you can't fall sick."

"No it's not influenza or something. I just-Whenever you're here I feel different," He explained, "I thought it was because of you being around but when you were gone it became worse."

You moved closer to him, shocked at his words. "Cas I think..." You bit your lip, "I think what you're feeling is something called 'love'."

He looked at you like a small clueless child. "B-But I can't feel anything," Castiel said. "I guess it's your vessel making you feel these things Cas. You're fine, you're not sick," You answered and held his arm, rubbing it slightly with your thumb.

He tensed up, clenching his fists and shutting his eyes momentarily. You looked at him with a grin. You bent closer to him and he turned his head slightly.

"W-What are you-"

You kissed him on the lips and he froze, eyes wide open. Eventually he kissed back, shutting his eyes and melting into the action.

You tugged on his shirt, turning to face him. He ran a hand through your hair, groaning slightly.

"What... What was that?" He asked breathlessly and you smiled slightly. "A kiss. That's what people do to whoever they love, they kiss them... on the lips," You replied and he nodded, licking his lips slightly.

"I liked that very much Camila. Could I kiss you again?" He asked with hesitancy. You smirked, "Sure Castiel."

He bent forward, holding the sides of your face in his hands, and kissed you. It got a but rough, you had no idea where his sudden confidence came from.

He moaned softly and you felt the hairs on your neck stand up. Cas pulled away suddenly, leaving you puzzled. He looked at you with distress, breathing heavily.

"I-I think something is wr-wrong Camila," He looked at you with worry and you tilted your head, "I feel weird. There's something wrong... maybe I'm sick."

He looked at his pants, "I don't feel so good. I need some medication." Your eyes widened and you giggled.

"I uh, you're not sick and you don't need medicine," You said and kissed his cheek, "That's a bit more complicated than a kiss Castiel."

He tilted his head in the iconic way he does and searched your face for an answer. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Um... Do you remember the pizzaman?" You bit your lip as you asked him and he nodded with confusion. "Well... it's related to that," You chuckled, "I think Dean's the best person to talk to, ask him."