"I blushed whenever his arm brushed up against mine, I choked whenever we made eye contact. I used to lose it whenever he said my name. To say the least, I loved him...with every fibre of my being." Said the overly emotional actress on the TV. Castiel, who was being taught every aspect of human life thought it was necessary to watch chick flicks. And this damned movie got to me every TIME.
So, there I was, tears running down my face. And the very confused angel looking at me with concern, with his beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't face him, the woman on screen had confessed her feelings so easily. Why couldn't I?
I sighed, but then almost jumped off the sofa when I felt Castiel's hand encircle mine. I looked at him with wet eyes and a wobbling lip. He smiled then leaned towards me slowly. I immediately back away, hurt flashes through his eyes. "No no! I would love to kiss you. But not like this, my face looks like a pregnant woman's bloated foot." He chuckled before cradling my face in his soft hands and kisses me.
"I'm so into you, (Y/N)." I smile into the kiss and we spend the night in each other's arms.
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A-levels has officially made me a hypersensitive piece of human emotions.
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Masooma Ali 33
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