Fandom One Shots Book Two

Castiel x Dead!Hunter!Reader

You sighed as you moved outside of your dream house. Quite literally your dream house. You had died on a hunt with Sam and Dean. You had died protecting Dean and a small child who thankfully had no recollection of what had happened. When you had woken, you had found yourself in heaven stuck in your prefect day. The day you had meet Castiel. When you had become a hunter, you had turned your house into safe house, filled it with books in on lore, food, weapons, anything they needed. You had kept the upper house sorted for yourself alone, it had your favourite books, food and other gear. Your house was rural and out of the way, you had slowly added gardens to the front and back, vegetable gardens which hunters helped tend to, roses in the front to remind them of those lost.

You had met Castiel when Dean and Sam had brought the injured angel to your place. You had helped them with the lore they needed, feeding them and making sure that the pair of them weren't wounded. You had helped heal Cas, he had stayed with you when the Winchester boys had left to fight the demon that they had been fighting. The Hardy boys had then been stuck due to a snowstorm for a few days. Dean had been grumbling when he had called to tell you. Over the next few days you had fallen hard for the blue-eyed angel. You didn't know at the time he had also fallen for you. You hadn't managed to tell the angel how you felt before your death. He hadn't told you how he had felt either.

On the case which had caused your death, Cas had told himself that he would tell you how he felt about you. You had told yourself the same thing. Unfortunately, neither of you really had that chance, you had been shot by a possessed cop. Cas had caught you as you fell, he smite the demons in the house. Dean and Sam had rushed to your aid, after the demons they were fighting had dropped to the floor. Cas was panicking, cradling you in his arms. You gave a blood-soaked smile to the Winchester boys, before turning your eyes up to the angel. He shook your shoulder gently, "Stay with me." He panicked more when he realised that he couldn't heal you. "Stay awake." His rough voice became husky as tears threatened to fall. He leaned down and kissed your cheeks wanting to avoid the taste of your blood on his tounge. His salty tears began to mix with your own, Sam and Dean's own tears began to fill their eyes. Sam's dripped down when he realised that you had passed. Dean's tears soon followed. "Y/N, I love you." Castiel told your still figure.

"Y/N." You looked up, from the roses you had in the front. Castiel stood there, his trench coat hung dejectedly. He looked upset, "Castiel." You sighed, dropping your tools. Running to the angel, you leapt into his arms. "I love you." Castiel told you as soon as his arms wrapped around you. "I should have told you that earlier." You grinned at him, "I love you too, Castiel."