Castiel X-Reader - Car Ride

    “Please tell me this is the last box.” You let the box of books fall into place in the backseat of the Impala.

    “Yes it is.” Dean shuts the car door and makes his way around to the driver side of the vehicle. “Let’s hit the road.”

    Sam gets into the car, maneuvering his long limbs to fit in next to the wall of boxes taking up the middle of the front bench seat, Dean following suit on the other side. You walk around to get in the backseat with Cass right behind you. When he sees how crowded the backseat is, he lifts his eyebrows.

    “Are we going to need another car?” He inquires.

    You shake your head and open the door. “Nope. Get in, bird-brain.”

    He obeys, sliding into the car and pressing up next to the boxes. When he’s situated, you slide in on top of him and sit on his lap before shutting the door behind you. You lean back against the window and prop your feet up against one of the boxes. It’s an awkward angle, but it’s not uncomfortable and bearable until you get to Bobby’s. Cass doesn’t seem to know how to react, but he doesn’t complain.

    “You two gonna be okay back there?” Dean glances back and grins when he sees the situation.

    “Yep.” You respond.

    “If the boxes fall,” Dean starts the car. “It was nice knowing you.”

    The four of you have just finished a hunt involving a witch. It wasn’t a difficult case, but the witch had had a basement full of books filled with black magic spells, potion recipes, and Latin incantations. Instead of just leaving them behind for the police to come across, you and the boys had decided to haul them all back to Bobby’s place. Who knows? Maybe they’ll come in handy, and it’s better than leaving them to be found by some other supernatural creature. When everything was said and done, the books had filled enough boxes to make riding in the Impala cramped and tight, even with the use of the trunk.

    As Dean pulls out into the road, you pull out your iPad from the messenger bag you always have on your person and unlock it. Cass watches in silent interest as you open the Angry Birds app and start to play. He’s never fully understood the purpose of video games, but they seem to intrigue him.

    For the next fifteen minutes, the car is silent except for the low rock music drifting from the speakers in the front. Still watching you play your game, Cass unconsciously moves his left hand underneath you, across your lower back and under your shirt until his fingers are resting on the sensitive skin of your stomach. You notice his warm touch but let him be. It doesn’t bother you.

    Suddenly, Dean steps on the brakes to stop for a red light he didn’t notice. The car lurches forward, and you just about fly into the back of the front seat. You have hit it if Cass didn’t react the way he does. He reacts by gripping his left hand – which makes his fingers dig into your sensitive gut – and shoots his other hand forward to grip the underside of your thigh. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s found both of your ticklish spots, causing you to squeal and spazz a little.

    The commotion behind him makes Dean turn his head to glace at you and Cass, who pulled back his hands when you jerked. Timing it perfectly with the changing of the light, Dean makes the car lurch forward. The abrupt motion catches you off guard, and the force makes you roll back into Cass, whose arms fly up before you hit him.

    “Dean, really?!” You sit up and reach forward to smack him on the ear, to which he responds with a smirk. While restarting the level on your iPad, you shift around so that your feet are propped on the seat back near Dean’s head and your back is resting on the angel’s shoulder.

    After failing the level three times in a row, you sigh and rest the base of the device on the left side of your lap.

    “Alright, your turn.” You nudge Cass with your elbow.

    “What do you mean?” He turns his head to give you a quizzical look, his face inches from your own.

    “I wanna see if you can watch this level. Come on, try.” You nod towards the iPad in your lap, but Cass doesn’t do anything more than glance at it before returning his gaze to your eyes. His blue eyes stare straight into your (e/c) ones as if he doesn’t see anything else.
Turning your head to face him, you raise an eyebrow. “Cass what are you-”

    Before you can finish speaking, Dean makes a hard right turn – definitely on purpose – and you jerk sideways. Your slightly open mouth lands on top of Cass’ closed one, and you gasp, pulling away soon as the car steadies again.

    “Sorry Cass, Dean’s being an idiot.” You throw your gaze back down at the iPad screen while you wipe the edges of your mouth with your right hand. Glancing up, you see Dean grin at his brother, and Sam answers with a roll of his eyes. Morons.

    “It’s okay (y/n). It was an accident.” Cass is silent for a moment after speaking, and then he slides his right hand from underneath you, working it around your middle again until he’s got it resting on your stomach.

    Ignoring the gesture, you put your attention back on the game to try and divert the focus away from what just happened. As you fail the level again, Cass move his free hand over to the screen and awkwardly begins to play the game himself. His movements are unsure because he’s going on what he’s seen you do, but he doesn’t do too badly for his first time. As he plays in silence, he gently leans his head on your shoulder.

    As it turns out, neither of you can beat the level at the moment, so you turn off the iPad and slip it back into your bag. Stifling a yawn and closing your eyes, you pull your legs down from the back of the seat and curl them up to your chest. You tuck your feet between Cass’ knees and turn sideways into him, one arm stretching across his chest and your head resting in the spot where your arm bumps up against his collarbone. The vibrations of the Impala mixed with the steady thumping of the angel’s heart soon send your mind into peaceful emptiness.

     Just before you fall asleep, he brings his free hand across to cup your jaw. You sense his face lean in close to yours, and then he’s kissing you. It’s soft and timid, and you respond by kissing him back and squeezing him tighter with your arm. You catch his upper lip with both of your own, making him follow your mouth for another kiss. When you both pull away, you let your head rest on his shoulder.

     “You’re lucky you’re cute, bird-brain.” You lift your hand to tug affectionately on his hair before slipping into oblivion.