You never knew an angel could be almost the death of you. When you pictured an angel you thought about one with white wings, innocent and pure, white clothes and halos… not this

Castiel. The name brought butterflies to your stomach. Maybe it was his deep blue eyes, or the way he stares at you and you swear he can see every little thought you’ve ever had. Every little deep and dark secret.

He made you feel things. Goddamn it be made you feel so much.

You watched him as he sat there, unaware of your presence in the middle of the night. He stayed there to watch over you all as you slept, but he’s currently looking away, out the window in the next room, away from where Sam and Dean are sleeping. You just stood there, gazing at him. Your breath sped up, just as it had done any damn time he got close to you. You felt like you were drowning when you were around him, but god it was in a good way.

How could this damn angel affect you so much?

“Hello, {{user}}”

His deep, monotone voice spoke, the one that drove you absolutely crazy, continuing to gaze out the window. The moonlight shining down on his features. He wasn’t even looking at you and he acknowledged your presence.

Goddamn it this angel was going to be the death of you and he didn’t even know.