Castiel x Reader - Titanic

Flipping though the stack of dvds you had rented and culling a few, your ears perked up when there was a crash in the kitchen.

Setting down the dvds and heading into the other room, you saw Cas holding a bag of microwave popcorn, still folded with the plastic wrap on it.

The confused angel turned to you. "(yn), I am sorry, but I am unable to complete the task you gave me." He told you, gesturing to the bag in his hands. "The popping corn seems to be surrounded by an impenetrable force."

You grinned, trying not to laugh, when Castiel's brow furrowed. Uh oh.

Touching the bag again, this time with two fingers, Castiel used his angelic force against the popcorn.

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After cleaning up the explosion of popcorn and airing out the smell of burning plastic, you peeled off the plastic of a new bag and showed Castiel which buttons to press on the microwave.

Now, sitting side-by-side on the couch with the popcorn resting in the middle of you, Castiel watched as you picked up the remote, scrolling through the dvd menu.

"I do not understand, (yn). Why do you insist we watch these 'movies' again?"

"Because, Cassy, the quickest possible way to get you an education in human social behavior is movies. And plus, I needed an excuse to eat lots of sugar." You told him, smiling.

Castiel sucked in a breath at your grin. Though as an angel he should feel no attraction to humans, he noticed how some seemed more appealing than others. You were by far the most beautiful he had seen, certainly.

The first movie you had picked was Titanic. You figured maybe it would help Castiel understand relationships a little better, plus there was a dash of history mixed in. Of course, you forgot that you couldn't watch it without crying.

By the time the ship was halfway filled with water, the tears were flowing down your cheeks. Cas, who had sat quietly through the rest of the movie, panicked at your soft sobs.

"(yn), are you alright? You are leaking."

"I'm fine, Cas. I'm just sad because I know what happens next."

Beside you, Cas backtracked. "Wait, the story ends unfortunately? Why? What about Jack and Rose?"

"They don't make it together, Cassy. It's a very emotional ending."

When you did reach the end, your head was on Cas's shoulder, falling asleep. His fingers raised to your face, wiping your tear tracks.

"(yn)," Cas said quietly. "You'll never leave me, right?"

Snuggling closer to him,  you yawned. "No, Cas. I won't."

Cas buried his face in your hair, nuzzling you. "Good."

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"(yn)?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Can I draw you like a french girl?"