Castiel was a pure, untouched girl. She read her bible every night, bowed her head at church, and had a whole drawer saved for her Sunday best.

She was a good, clean girl.

At least, she thought she was.

She met you, walking outside of the church she went to almost every day. She hadn’t meant to run into you, her eyes flashing with surprise as you both went tumbling into the grass.

“Oh, forgive me—“ She quickly said, her eyes widening as she eyed you. This is what she was trying to pray away. These thoughts. Impure thoughts of another girl.

She simply stared at you, unsure of how to approach this. “I’m Castiel,” She blurted out, still straddling your waist, from how she had fell on top of you.

Good going, Cas, She mentally thought to herself.