Yeah I need more fics in which the roles are reserved. Please.
Castiel begins to wonder what kind of God would send an angel like Dean. In fact, he’s beginning to wonder what kind of angel Dean even was. He had only known the angel for maybe three minutes and he could already tell he wasn’t going to like him.
“I’m an angel and I pulled your ass outta hell,” Dean grinned, “Couldn’t you tell?’
“Oh, you mean by this?” Castiel struggled with his coat and sweater, but eventually he pulls them down and lifts up his white t-shirt, showing a flaming red handprint on his shoulder.
“In my defense…” Dean started, “You were struggling. It was like you didn’t want to be saved or something.”
Castiel looked down, pulling his layers back on. He didn’t. After what he’d done… Dean was at his side in an instant.
“Look, you’re important,” Dean said, “Really, really, important. So you just need to suck it up and accept your destiny.”
“And I suppose you’re my personal angel?” Castiel mused on that.
“I’m a soldier of heaven wise guy,” Dean snapped, “Don’t think I’m just gonna perch on your shoulder and tell you what to do. You ain’t the only human out there.”
“You pulled me out, you marked me, and you’re not my angel?” Castiel huffed.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” Dean growled, vanishing in a rustle of feathers.
Castiel moaned. That could have gone a lot better.as;ldfja MORE PLS