CastielxReader:FrozenBumble-Bee

The Impala almost skidded off the road, rubber wheels skating across the ice. Blankets of bone-colored snow coated the edges of the asphalt, extending for miles on end. You sat in the back of the Impala, shivering in the nipping wind. Hands burrowed deep in furry pockets as Dean cussed at the slippery slopes in the road and Sam's nose was nestled in an dusty book. It was the middle of winter, in Alaska. Sam had dragged the three of you out here to hunt an Amarok, a huge lone wolf from Eskimo Folklore that hunted anyone who would be foolish enough to go hunting at night. There had been some local sightings in the last couple of months and Sam being the enthusiastic nerd that he was, couldn't wait to see it. 

A faint static rumbled from the empty slot where the car radio used to be. Some teenagers had nicked it during a Wendigo hunting trip in Ontario. Let's just say he had remained pissed the entire drive up. The three of you sitting in aching silence, Dean steaming. 

Finally, a small motel appeared gaping at the side of the road. Thank god, you thought. Dean steered into it, parking next to the nearest cabin-like compound. Getting two keys, Sam told you to meet up with them at nine that night to go "hunting" in the most recent sitting spot. "Gotcha," you answered, slipping into your room. 

In a blink of an eye you'd agonizing slid off your thick boats and stripped down to your undies, diving into the husky hotel sheets. Cocooned in a warm huddle, you soon fell into deep slumber. 

------------------------ A few hours later ------------------------

The snow crunched beneath your boots, you were wearing two of your thickest hoodies and still, you were freezing. A few steps ahead, Sam and Dean walked, each with a shotgun resting on their shoulders. Suddenly, it started to snow lightly. Snow flakes sticking to your eyelashes and melting on your outstretched tongue. 

You just can't help yourself:
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight. Not a footprint to be seen." 

The boys ignore you. 

"A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like..."

When Dean buds in, gravely voice serenading, "I'm the Queen." 

You and Sam start to giggle, which Dean seems to take as a challenge, and so with a cheeky smirk he continues: 
"The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in; Heaven knows I've tried..."

"Don't let them in, don't let them see." Sam half-whispers. 

"Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel," You comically pronounce. 

"...don't let them know." Sam adds nonchalantly.

Then, Dean twirls around, staring at both of you, takes a deep breath and bellows: 

"Well now they know!" 

"Let it go, let it go! Can't hold it back anymore.
 Let it go, let it go. 
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care
what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on." 

The three of you roared off-key, wearing huge smiles that spread from ear to ear. When a melancholic howl echoes in the distance, stopping the three of you, cold. Without realizing it you'd arrived at a frozen lake, gleaming in the starlight crowned by snow covered pine trees. Peaceful, if it wasn't for the bloodied corpse being viciously devoured by a hulking ink-black wolf. Raw shreds of meat dripping from it's fangs. 

"The cold never bothered me anyway..." you muttered under your breathe. 

It's dead eyes turned towards you. Glaring. Two quick gunshots followed and before long, the three of you were sliding across the thin ice. The stench of crude, bloodied meat filled your nose. Quickly, you took your 9mm handgun out of your back pocket and began firing at the creature (ebony black now, like suspended coffee). But then you heard a crackling sound beneath you as jagged creases began to appear on the ice like stretch-marks. Oh shit...

In a second, you had been submerged under the icy water. Every inch of your body pressed into sharp needles, nerves flaring on edge. Water pushing against your nostrils and ears violently, before every inch of your body becomes absolutely numb.

A few more seconds until you lose consciousness. 

------------------------ Castiel's POV ------------------------

I am woken up from a pleasant dream by the insistent ringing of my portable speaking device. I thought the lady's voice said I had run out of minutes? Though all the same, Dean's frantic voice blared through, pleading for help. (y/name) had fallen through deep ice during their latest hunt. Instantly, I flew towards the coordinates Dean had yelled over the phone, finding myself in a frozen lake surrounded by pine trees lathered with snow. A festering corpse in the middle, a wide hole to the side, and the Winchesters on their knees trying to find (y/name) under the surface. 

"Hello Dean. Sam" 

"Thank god, you're here Cas! You got to find (y/name), I think she's passed out!" Dean shrieks in agony. Sam looks queasy. 

I place my left hand on the ice bordering the gaping hole, trying to find any vital sign of life. Soon, my fingertips sense a marginal percentage of heat, so I focus on the coordinates, slipped out of my trench-coat, and fly into the water. 

As I emerge, arms tight over (y/name's) lifeless body, both Sam and Dean grab my shoulders and pull me up. I lay her next to me, lips a pastel light blue color. Slightly parted and shivering, as was her whole body. Barely, but quantified. 

"You need to get her to safety before she freezes to Death!" Dean eggs me on, till Sam adds:

"We need to get her out of those clothes, the fastest way to warm up a human is to strip them of the wet ones." 

I nodded. 

"I'll meet you guys at the bunker, alright?" 

I take her hand in mind, snapping my fingers as I disappear from their sights.  

-------------- In the Bunker -------------

She's a little warmer now, the shivering has become more defined in certain parts but reduced overall. Carefully I place her on top of the double bed (in the warmest room of the house). Then, conscientiously begin to take off her boots to find her fluffy soaking wet socks. Afterwards, I unzip her jeans gingerly, glissading them over her moist flesh. Ending with gliding both of her hoodies off, continuing with unbuttoning her plaid shirt. Her drenched undergarments gone with a quick snap of my fingers. 

And there she was. 

The most beautiful human being I had ever seen, my bumble-bee. Even now, I still became exasperated by her nude figure.
Pale, stretch-marks cascading over her hips, a scar under her chin, or a recent cut on her bottom lips. Beautiful. 

I could see the color start returning to her cheeks. I could feel the color rising in mine. So, I wrap her up in my trench-coat, then tuck her into bed. Somewhere, I remembered reading that body warmth was produced faster when two naked bodies cuddled. Father, have mercy. I strip down to a pair of white boxers, plastered with tiny hearts and crawl into the bed, wrapping my arms across (y/name)'s waist and nuzzling my nose into the nook of her neck, afterwards placing my feet against her soles and slowly rubbing them against hers. 

Soon, I fell asleep to the melody of her breathing. 

-------------- Reader's Pov -------------

Every muscle in your body felt sprained. But, waking up in Cas' arms was more than delightful. You and the angel had started to proceed on the road of "more than just your guardian angel" a while back and honestly, everything had fallen so perfectly into place you were sure to be dreaming. Gingerly, you turned your entire body around until you were face to face. Kissing the tip of his nose tenderly, before unhooking his arms and getting out of bed. You slipped on the trench-coat over your bare body, buttoning it up and lashing it close. Once ready, you walked towards the kitchen and prepared two hot cocoas. 

You could still hear his snores when I returned, cocoas in hand. Silently, you placed them on the night stand, then sat at the edge of the bed next to him. Ruffled blackish hair, a stumble that had grown into a measly beard, and a finishing touch of a line of saliva treading down his mouth. He really was an angel. Your angel. 

You began to play with his hair, caressing it with care. 

"Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound" 

The words sounded more like a prayer than a song. You planted a sweet kiss on his temple, his snoring softening. 

"I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now" 

You could almost swear that you saw him smirk at the last line. 

"It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out" 

Eyes still closed, he grabbed you in an embrace and brought you on top of him. Cuddling on his chest, you murmured into his ear: 

"Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace" 

Once your lips closed, his eyes fluttered open (the bluest blue to ever blue) in wonder. 

"So beautiful..." 

"I know! The song is beautiful, right?" 

"I agree. It is a song of great meaning. But I wasn’t talking about the song. I was talking about you." 

Before you could respond, his lips found yours. His hand cupped your cheek smoothly as his tongue began to play with yours. He tasted like mint and sugar. 

Like a beginning.