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You took a deep breath as you inhaled the delicious, sweet scent of coffee. You didn’t like to drink coffee much, but the smell of it when mixed with caramel and vanilla mad your toes scrunch up in joy.

‘Today’s going to be a good day.’ You assured yourself as you took a drink of a hot chocolate you ordered. You had finally gotten your life together – going to college and getting a degree in Art and Creative Writing, finding a nice house and a dog – and you felt there was nothing that could ruin it. Then he showed up.

You looked up as the door to the coffee shop opened with a loud ding and saw two familiar brothers walk in, arguing with each other in hushed tones.

‘Winchesters,’ You thought, smiling when they saw you. You had been raised to hunt when you turned fourteen, but you got into a sticky mess until the Winchesters showed up just in time. They took you hunting with them a few times, making some good memories. When they sat down at your booth, the door dinged again and your smiled faltered.

A man in a tan trench coat and dark suit with raven black hair and azure eyes made his way towards you and the boys, his eyes never leaving your face as you remembered the last time you had seen the angel.

~~~~~The Past~~~~~~

The rain was falling hard that night, blinding your vision as you ran as fast as you could. Twigs snapped under your feet and branches left cuts on your arms, but you continued on, determination fueling your desire.

Finally, there was a clear view through the trees that showed you your angel standing next to the ledge of a cliff, his arms open to the falling rain.

“Cas!” You called out in need. You watched as he turned to the sound of your voice, his eyes bright in concern and surprise. Quickly, you began to run again, desperiation trying to rip free from you.

“Cas, don’t!” You watched as the angel looked at you solemnly and full of heart ache, it made your heart begin to beat faster in fear. You soon broke free from the trees and reached out to the angel, your fingertips slightly grazing his cheek until there was nothing there. You gasped, disbelief rolling over you like a wave.

“Cas?” You whispered. There was no answer. You quickly turned to see if the angel was behind you, but fell to your knees when you discovered he wasn’t.

“No. No, no, no, no!” You cried as you hid your face in your hands, your tears mixing with the cold, unfeeling rain. “You promised me, Castiel! You promised you would never leave me! You swore you would always be there!” You yelled as you looked up to the Heavens, pain burning you like a wildfire out of control. There was no answer from your sweet, beautiful angel, only a deafening silence as the rain continued to fall.

You sat in that spot for what seemed like hours until Sam and Dean found you half-dead from the cold. You complied as they took you to the hospital and let you stay with another hunter named Bobby Singer until you got better. While out of it you tried to do all you could to help the fellow hunter as he helped you. As much as you tried to smile though, Bobby could tell how heart broken you were.

“__________, this isn’t a kind of life you should be livin’. Go back to school, buy a house, get a dog! Do everythin’ you can to get outta the life. Promise me.” You had promised the old man and, when you got better, moved to the cold, clean Colorado mountains and went back to school, letting go of the life, but never forgetting about him.

~~~~~Present~~~~~~

“Castiel.” You said in awe as he stood in front of you for the first time in years. He said nothing. Suddenly, you felt your stomach lurch forward and your body grow cold and rigid. “I’m gonna be sick.” As fast as you could, you climbed out of your booth and ran to the bathroom, leaving the men there in shock.

“What’s wrong with __________?” Dean asked, glancing from the area of the bathrooms to Cas, trying to read the clues. Castiel sighed.

“__________ and I were….together, for a while, in fact. The last time you saw her on the cliff was the day I had left her.”

“Whoa! Rewind! You left _________ on that cliff?” Sam asked, looking at the angel in disbelief. The angel nodded sadly.

“It was a….regrettable event.”

“To hell with regrettable, Cas! That was a douche move!” Dean said, glaring at the angel as best as he could for your sake. Even though Dean hadn’t seen you in a while, he considered you as his little sister and that topped Cas at the moment.

Before Castiel could defend himself, he turned his head as you walked back to the booth chewing a piece of gum and noticed your eyes were red.

“Boys,” You greeted, only giving Cas a side glance.

“__________, it’s good to see you.” Sam said with all smiles. Dean agreed quickly and gave a glare at Castiel who didn’t notice.

“You still staying in the same place, __________?” Dean asked. You shook your head, your (h/l) (h/c) hair falling loose from your loose braid that you epically failed at. Castiel couldn’t help but be mesmerized as you continued, to the best of your ability, tried to ignore him.

“I just bought a house recently. You’re welcome to come by sometime.” Sam exclaimed his appreciation as you wrote your new address on a napkin, conscious of Castiel taking in every move of yours and how you had matured into your body in the past couple of years. You smiled and quickly picked up your hot chocolate from the table.

“Come around six and I’ll have dinner ready.” You said as you began to walk away, until you were stopped by a gentle hand on your wrist. You looked up and met Castiel’s eyes.

“_________, I-“

“Let go, Cas.” You said quietly. Surprised at your words, his grip on you loosened and you pulled away, putting your headphones on and walking out without a second glance.

Castiel sighed and sat where you sat, putting his face in his hands.

“You know you’re not going to win her back easily, right?” Dean pointed out. The angel didn’t answer.

“Maybe we should help him out.” Sam suggested, earning a loud chuckle from Dean. “What?”

“I don’t know, Sammy.”

“Dean, look at Cas! He’s still in love with ___________, so we might as well help him.” Sam looked at his brother pleadingly with his big puppy eyes until Dean threw his hand sup in the air.

“Fine! But this might not go over with __________.”

“Dean, if you help me to regain __________’s love, I will remain a loyal ally to you.”

“Aren’t you kinda that already?”

“I do not understand.” Dean sighed.

“Alright. Good mother of pie, this is going to take a lot therapy afterwards.”

~~~~~Later~~~~~

You jumped at the sound of your door bell, as did your German Shepard Padfoot. Instantly, he ran to the front door and began to whine, his friendliness making him absolutely adorable.

“Coming!” You called as you threw off your apron and smoothed your shirt. You had spent most of the day trying not to think about Castiel and to keep your mind on track, then you went home, cleaned the house, and baked a pie and cooked dinner. You looked over at the clock and didn’t realize how fast the time past. You shrugged and opened the door, seeing two smiling faces and bright blue puppy eyes looking right at you. You sighed.

“Hey, come on in. Don’t mind the dog, he’s friendly.” You warned as you let the three of them in to be instantly jumped on by Padfoot.

“Whoa! I didn’t take you for a dog person, ___________.” Sam said, scratching Padfoot’s sweet spot and his belly. You smiled.

“Just because of that stupid werewolf you thought I wasn’t going to ever have a dog? Shame on you, Sam.” You teased, closing the door as Cas walked inside and took a seat on your couch.

“It’s a nice place you got here, __________.” Dean said, taking in your small two-story house. You smiled brightly.

“Yeah, I kinda promised Bobby that I’d get a house. He wanted me to get out of the hunting life and I did.” Dean chuckled.

“We’ll see how long that lasts.” He said quietly, but you ignored it.

“Well, dinner’s ready and on the table if you guys want to start.” Dean looked at you confused.

“Table?”

“Yeah, as in the dining room table. Don’t tell me…” Dean shrugged and you both left it at that, staying behind and looking back at Cas whose gaze had never left you. “You’re invited too.” You said. Castiel smiled shyly and followed you into your dining room, finding a table covered in food.

“Oh, __________, you didn’t have to do this for us.” Sam said as he took a seat across from Dean who couldn’t stop looking at all the food you had made.

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Sammy.” He said, silencing his little brother. You smiled.

“Kind of reminds me of old times, you know? Except the take out and the research and the Demon blood.” You joked, watching the boys dish up their plates and noticing Castiel was watching as well.

“Cas, dig in.” Dean said, pointing at the angel’s empty plate. Cas blushed slightly and began to fill his plate too, catching your gaze a few times. You shivered slightly, hoping that no one noticed.

The rest of the night you just caught up with the boys, talking about some new and current events that they didn’t care about and some of their hunts that intrigued you like a baby reading an intstruction manual, but you were respectful of them and listened to all their drama and fits about each other. After you had finished dessert – it being totally amazing apple pie that Dean loved – a phone call suddenly came in from Sam’s cell.

“Garth? Why are you calling me? A siren? Really? Nevada, huh? Alright, we’ll go check it out. What? You’re there already?! Damnit!” Sam hung up the phone and looked at Dean. “We’ve got to go.” Dean quickly stood.

“__________, we’ll be back.”

“Do you need backup?” You asked. Dean smirked, but shook his head.

“No, but there is something you can do for us.”

“Anything.” Suddenly, Dean pointed at Castiel who looked at Dean in confusion.

“Babysit the angel, will you?”

“Dean, I do not require-“

“Shut up, Cas.” Dean growled, looking back at you pleadingly. “Sirens Sam and I have dealt with, but if Cas got anywhere near them…” You sighed.

“Alright. Go on your little hunt.” The boys thanked you a million times up and down and walked out of the door quickly with Dean taking the rest of your pie. It was silent as you and Cas looked at each other, not knowing what exactly to do.

“You do realize why they left you, right?” Castiel shook his head. “They’re trying to get us back together.”

“Ah,” Cas replied. Then it was silent again. “__________, I-“

“Save it.” You said harshly, walking into the kitchen and trying to clean something to distract you from the beautiful angel next door. Instead of staying put, like you thought he would, he followed you.

“__________, please, let me-“

“I said no, Cas.”

“Listen to me!” He yelled, sending a power rush through the entire house and making all the lights burn out. You yelped and stood still, darkness surrounding you. You heard Castiel move quickly towards you, taking you in his arms. “Forgive me, __________. Please, forgive me.”

“Cas, they’re just lights, don’t worry-“

“That is not why I ask you for forgiveness.” You sighed, your emotions conflicting you and having Cas hold you close to him did not help.

“Right now isn’t the best time to talk about this.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t see! Just…ugh. Just let me get some candles…then we’ll talk.” Castiel was content with your answer, because he let you go and carefully watched you in the darkness as you pulled out a drawer and produced several candles and matches. When you could finally see again, you looked over and saw Padfoot sitting on the couch, staring at the both of you. You sighed.

“:Hey, Padfoot, it’s okay. Come here. Do you want a treat?” You watched as his ears perked up and he quickly ran over to you, taking a large bone from your hands and running over to his dog bed in the corner of the kitchen.

“Help me put these in the living room, would you?” You asked the angel, grabbing several candles and placing them anywhere you could to bring light into the room. He followed your lead and did the same until the room was glowing with beautiful light. You sighed and slumped on the couch, landing into the arms of a rather soft body.

“Damn, I’m sorry.” You said, beginning to move, but you felt yourself suddenly be pulled back into the angel’s arms until he turned your head slightly and placed his lips roughly on yours, kissing you passionately and ferociously. You moaned in surprise, but wrapped your arms and his neck and pulled at his dark hair, kissing him back just as much. Heat began to rise through your body as the angel placed you in his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist, biting your lower lip until his tongue was exploring your mouth and you had pulled his coat off and was working on his shirt. Suddenly, you stopped cold.

“Cas, we shouldn’t be doing this.” The angel looked at you in confusion.

“Why not?”

“You left me! Remember!” The angel sighed and hung his head.

“That is true. The event was, on my part, a mistake. __________, I should have never left you, I should have stayed.”

“And you didn’t.” You pointed out, a comment that Castiel ignored.

“__________, it’s been three years, four months, twelve days, and six hours. I have never forgotten that day, because I always wished that I could go back and change what I had done. I never wanted to leave you, and my excuse for doing so is poor, but, as I have said before, I ask for your forgiveness. And I want to assure you that I will never leave you ever again. Life without you would truly be a hell.”

“Cas…”You whispered, your (e/c) eyes filled with awe as you looked upon this angel. You could never forget what he had done, no matter his excuses, but you felt yourself forgiving him right away.

“I did not know how best to show you my intention or to provide you my promise, but it was Dean and Sam who helped me.” Castiel reached over into his trench coat pocket and pulled out a blood red box etched with gold design and slowly opened it. Your eyes began to form tears as you covered your mouth in surprise and joy. Inside wasn’t the most extravagant ring that you had seen, instead it was something close.

When you and Cas had first started dating, you had passed by a ring that held a jewel so blue and so beautiful that it reminded you of Castiel’s eyes. You had begged Sam and Dean to help you to get the ring, but they both laughed and wondered what you would ever want it for. So you gave up and forgot about the ring, especially since you had Castiel’s eyes to look at. Now, in that small, beautiful box, was that ring that you had forgotten about.

“Cas…”

“__________, will you marry me.” You smiled brightly with joy, tears falling as you smiled and nodded, the words stuck in your throat.

“Yes! Yes, Cas!” You said as you wrapped your arms around the angel’s neck and pulled him into a kiss as he placed the ring on your finger, which happened to fit just perfectly.

After your heated kiss, you complied as Castiel carried you bridal style up to your bedroom, closing the door and ripping your clothes off ravenously, the need to kiss every inch of you was great and your need for him was just the same. And you had never loved him as much as you did the rest of your life.