Supernatural Imagines

Fix up~ Castiel

You sit in a chair in the library patiently waiting for the boys to return,this was supposed to be a normal salt and burn so you stayed behind leaving Sam and Dean to handle this one. After another half hour you hear heavy footsteps heading towards where you were doing research, when you looked up you were met with two slightly bloody boys who looked more than exhausted. The two plopped into the seats across from you with a groan simultaneously Sam answering you before you had a chance to ask almost like he read your mind, “It was a salt and burn, but a couple demons ended up sneaking up on us while we were in the process of doing that.”

Sam paused to take a breath and Dean continued for him, “Thankfully Cas showed up and stopped one of them suckers from stabbing Sammy.”

“Thank god he was there and you guys are okay, where is he normally he will come back with you guys?” you asked hearing what happened.

“He took off saying something about his wing,” Dean replied taking a sip of the beer you had gotten him and Sammy a few minutes after arriving.

Nodding you say goodnight going to your room to pray to Castiel, the boys shared a knowing look when you left the room it seemed like everyone knew how the two of you felt but the two of you. The moment you entered your room you began praying, ‘Please Castiel I need you, Cas-’ before you could finish praying to him you heard the flutter of his wings followed by a soft grunt. Opening your eyes you see the angel you care so much about in front of you, his blue eyes full of a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite pinpoint at the moment.

“You prayed to me, are you okay?” he asks though you can hear pain in his voice.

“I wanted to check on you Dean told me you said something about a hurt wing, I was worried.”

Clearing his throat he looks at you and all you can see is pain in his eyes, “My wing. The feather are really knotted after fighting earlier with the Winchesters, normally I can do it but at the moment I am afraid that I can’t,” he explained taking a shaky breath before continuing, “I wanted to know if you would be willing to help me actually since I’m here. My wings being seen is a very personal thing that I prefer not to show to anyone but I feel like I am more than okay with you seeing them.”

You didn’t know what to say, you always wondered what his actual wings looked like and what effect they held to his appearance but right now there was the more important matter of Castiel was in pain and you couldn’t care hurting him more especially with something as sacred as his wings. Taking a deep breath you say, “What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t,” he says walking towards you and grabbing your hand gently, “I trust you and I know you will know how to do it as gentle as you always are with me.”

“O-okay, if you are sure about this then I will help you,” you say looking at your hands.

“Close your eyes, I do not want to burn your eyes out when I remove the veil that hides them from everyone,” he explains and I nod closing my eyes and turning slightly, the light causing to me see the red of my inner eyelids.

After a the light died down for a few moments you slowly open your eyes not really sure  what to expect, the moment your eyes adjust you gasp slightly your eyes running over the span of both wings taking in how beautiful they were. You didn’t seem to notice the way he looked down almost self conscious, prying your eyes from his wings you walk behind him to inspect his wings.

You are met with a sight that lets a gasp and a sob slip at the same time, the sight made your chest tighten due to how many feathers were mangled and some looked like they were bloodied, “I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you began to straighten out each feather slowly, soon you realized that it was indeed blood making your chest clench more, “Wait here,” you said standing and walking toward the bathroom where you wet a rag and wet to clean the blood from his feathers before it dried.

When you were done fixing each feather he turned to you and fluttered his wings a few times before slowly wrapping them around you along with his arms, “Thank you,” he breathed out a sigh of relief thanks to the pain being gone.

I stood there in the warmth of Castiel and his wings loving this moment more than anything since he never made contact like this, until there was a knock on my door causing him to disappear leaving a longing in your chest. You put the rag down when the knock continued, you opened the door being met with a needle and Sam's puppy dog eyes knowing he needed a stitch up and didn’t want to ask, letting him in you can’t stop the thoughts of Cas that running through your brain.