Matchmaking (DeanXReader) part 3.

You squeaked as the man's corpse fell down and his crimson colored blood stained your floor, you tried to form sentences but they got stuck in your mouth and the only word you could say was 'Dean'.
You stumbled back from the figure that was holding the bloody silver blade. Dean caught you and wrapped his arms around you protectively, your head pressed to his chest; you could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady as opposed to yours.
You could hear his deep voice clearly when he spoke to the figure, "Cas, what the hell?"
Castiel looked confused, "He was helping Michael", he said, his blue eyes fixed on Dean's innocently.
"You don't just go around stabbing everyone!" Dean complained.
"Isn't it what you do?" Castiel replied,
"Alright then, smartass, what do you know about Michaels plan?" Dean asked.
"He plans on getting out of the cage, and when he does-"
"He can get out of the cage?" Dean almost shouted, letting go of you, he got closer to Castiel with a threatening look on his face, "How?"
Castiel paused, "Fairies".
"Goddamn fairies!" Dean shouted once again, "Why would they help angels?" Dean questioned,  and you got closer to him and Castiel, "Dean", you say, "Fairies aren't real," he turns around to stare at you, "neither are angels-" you trail off and stare at the man next to Dean, who was still holding the knife in his hand.
Castiel took your hand and before you could react the both of you disappeared from the living room.
Before your eyes was the greatest view you have ever seen, green trees and a wide river with crystal clear water, clouds floated lazily in the blue sky, you turned to the man next to you, who, like you, smiled at the view before him. You noticed he wasn't holding the knife anymore. He looked peaceful, like he didn't just stab a man a few minutes ago.
"You're a- fairy?" you asked, and he looked at you for a few seconds, squinting his eyes,
"No, I'm Castiel, angel of the lord" he said, almost hesitantly.
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Castiel zapped you back to the apartment, where Dean was waiting, you noticed how dirty he was, his short hair messy and blood stains covered his chest.
"You should take a shower" you say to him,
"it depends, will you join me?" he smirks a bit and you blush,
"just go shower" you point at the bathroom door, and he leaves the living room with a satisfied smile on his face that made him look years younger.
Castiel stared at you and Dean silently from the corner of the room,
"Castiel?" you ask, "Yes?"
"Do you mind explaining to me what the hell is going on?"
He smiles slightly and nods, "I must warn you, it's a long, complicated story-" he starts saying, but you notice the naked body on the floor, "After you clean up the-you know-" you stutter, he nods again.
The body and the stains it made on your floor disappear in a blink of an eye, Castiel sits by you on the couch, and starts talking;
"first you need to understand that the Winchesters are very, very complicated people…"