Basic instinct 

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Castiel has fallen and took a job at a gas station, trying to navigate his new life as best as he could. He took on a new name, Steve. Having a job gave him purposes, trying to fulfil his new duty to the best of his abilities.  

He meets Y/N in the shop, she is also new in town and quickly finds ‘Steve’ a charming man, Castiel becomes friends with her in an instant, finding her a friendly and patient woman, one who will be able to help him, teaching him a basic human need.  

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Behind the counter stood Steve, a man with tousled hair and an uncertain gaze. Unbeknownst to anyone around him, Steve was actually Castiel, a fallen angel stripped of his celestial powers, navigating the complexities of human life.  

It was a quiet night at the gas station until Y/N walked in, her presence injecting a spark of liveliness into the mundane atmosphere. She was new in town, her eyes filled with curiosity as she perused the aisles of snacks and drinks.  

As fate would have it, Castiel's clumsiness got the better of him. Fumbling with a stack of canned goods, he accidentally knocked over a display, sending cans clattering to the floor. Flustered, he hurriedly bent down to pick them up, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Y/N, noticing the commotion, approached Castiel with a warm smile.  

"Need a hand?" she offered, kneeling down beside him. Castiel glanced up, his blue eyes meeting hers, and he found himself momentarily speechless at the sight of her kindness. "Uh, yes, thank you," he replied, his voice slightly shaky.  

Together, they began to gather the scattered cans, their hands brushing occasionally in the process. There was a subtle electricity in the air, a connection forming between two souls who had crossed paths by chance.  

"Sorry about the mess," Castiel said sheepishly, finally managing to regain his composure. Y/N chuckled softly, her laughter like music to Castiel's ears. "No worries, accidents happen," she reassured him.  

As they finished cleaning up, Castiel couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards this stranger who had extended a helping hand without hesitation. He wanted to learn more about her, to unravel the mysteries behind her captivating smile.  

"Thank you for your help," Castiel said earnestly, a hint of sincerity lacing his words. Y/N waved it off with a grin. "Anytime, Steve," she replied, her eyes twinkling with warmth.  

As Y/N approached the counter to pay for her items, Castiel rang them up with practiced efficiency, his mind still preoccupied with their brief interaction. She reached for her wallet, she glanced up at him with a friendly smile. "So, Steve," she began casually, "any recommendations on where to go out in this town? I'm still trying to get a feel for the place."  

Castiel's heart skipped a beat at her question. He knew very little about the town's social scene, having spent most of his time quietly observing humanity from the confines of his makeshift home in the gas station. "Um, well," he started, his voice faltering slightly, "I've heard there's a bar on the other edge of town. It's called The Rusty Nail. People seem to like it there."  

Y/N nodded appreciatively, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, I'll check it out," she replied, handing him the cash. With a final smile, Y/N bid him farewell and headed towards the exit.  

The next day dawned with a sense of anticipation lingering in the air as Castiel prepared for another shift at the gas station. As he stood behind the counter, arranging merchandise with meticulous precision, he couldn't shake the memory of Y/N's warm smile and the way her eyes had sparkled with genuine interest.  

Just as the previous day, Y/N walked into the gas station, her presence once again commanding attention. Castiel's coworker greeted her with a friendly nod, but her eyes seemed to bypass him entirely, seeking out only one person in the room, Steve.  

Castiel felt a rush of nerves as Y/N approached the counter, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Hey there," she greeted him with a smile, her voice soft and inviting. "Hello," Castiel replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest.  

Y/N leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, about that bar you mentioned yesterday... Do you think it's worth checking out?" Castiel swallowed hard, momentarily lost in the depths of her gaze. "Uh, yeah, I think so," he managed to say, his mind racing to formulate a coherent response.  

Y/N nodded thoughtfully, her lips quirking into a playful grin. "Well, then, maybe you could show me around sometime," she suggested, her words hanging in the air like a tantalizing promise.  

Castiel's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, his mind whirling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Could he really risk getting closer to Y/N. But as he looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but warmth and sincerity reflected back at him,  

Castiel knew that he couldn't resist the pull of destiny drawing them together. With a newfound sense of determination, he met her gaze with a resolute nod. "I'd like that," he said softly, almost shy. 

Later that night 

Castiel found himself standing outside the bar, a nervous knot forming in his stomach. He had never experienced such jitters before, crumbling under the weight of human emotions. Dressed in his gas station uniform, minus the familiar blue vest, Castiel felt out of place among the crowd.  

His heart raced as he scanned the room, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. And then he saw her, Y/N, radiant in the soft glow of the bar lights, her smile illuminating the room like a beacon of hope.  

Castiel felt a surge of excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness as he made his way towards her, each step bringing him closer to the unknown. Y/N's eyes lit up with recognition as she caught sight of him, her smile widening into a grin of delight. "Steve!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying over the din of the crowd.  

Castiel couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sound of his name on her lips. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable rush of emotions that would come with being in her presence.  

As they settled into a booth at the corner of the bar, Castiel found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Y/N. She looked stunning, her hair cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. And then, in a moment that took Castiel by surprise, he felt a surge of something else, a primal urge coursing through his veins, awakening desires he had never known as an angel.  

He couldn't deny the way his heart quickened at the sight of her, the way his body responded to her proximity with a hunger that bordered on instinctual. As Y/N excused herself to buy drinks,  

Castiel watched her go, his eyes tracing the contours of her figure with a newfound hunger. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of her swaying hips and the gentle curve of her back.  

As she disappeared into the crowd, Castiel felt a rush of warmth spreading through him, his senses heightened by the memory of her presence. He couldn't shake the feeling of longing that coursed through his veins, an ache deep within him that begged to be sated.  

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Castiel rose from his seat and made his way towards the bar, his steps quickening with each passing moment. He needed to be near her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, to drown in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. 

As Castiel approached Y/N at the bar, his heart raced with nervous anticipation, his determination faltering in the presence of her radiant smile. She looked at him confused. He stumbled over his words, his tongue feeling heavy and clumsy in his mouth.  

"Um, hi," he began awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, uh, was wondering if you, um, wanted another drink?" Y/N's laughter rang out like music to Castiel's ears, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she regarded him with affectionate fondness. "You know that's what I'm buying right?"  

His cheeks turn red. "Oh eh. Yeah, I-I just..." "You're cute when you're nervous," she teased gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Castiel felt a warmth spreading through him at her words, a sense of relief washing over him like a comforting embrace.  

Despite his initial awkwardness, he found himself drawn to Y/N's easy going nature, playful putting him at ease in a way that he had never experienced before. "Thanks," he replied with a shy smile, his nerves gradually melting away in the warmth of her presence. "So, um, what can I get for you?" he asked her.  

After he ordered and paid for her, they walked back to her apartment Castiel couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability gnawing at him. He knew he had stumbled through their conversation at the bar, his social awkwardness on full display for Y/N to see. 

Taking a seat across from her on the couch, Castiel couldn't help but fidget nervously with the edge of his uniform shirt. "I have to admit," he began hesitantly, his gaze fixed on the tabletop, "I'm not very good with people."  

Y/N's expression softened with understanding, her eyes brimming with empathy as she reached out to gently place her hand atop his. "Hey, it's okay," she reassured him, her touch sending a comforting warmth coursing through his veins. "We all have our moments of awkwardness." 

In that moment, as they surrendered to the ecstasy of each other's embrace, Castiel felt a sense of completeness wash over him—a feeling he had never known as an angel. With Y/N in his arms, he felt alive in a way he had never felt before, Castiel pulled back just slightly, "I have to tell you something."  

Her lips moved to his neck, mumbling joking. "What... you're like a virgin or something?" Castiel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Y/N joked about his secret, her playful tone masking the truth of his confession.  

He felt a lump form in his throat, unable to meet her gaze as he struggled to find the words to explain. "I... I am," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... experienced this before."  

Y/N's expression softened with understanding, her teasing melting away as she reached out to gently cup his cheek. "Hey, it's okay," she reassured him, her touch sending a wave of comfort washing over him. "We can stop... if you want."  

Castiel's heart swelled with gratitude at her words. Despite his embarrassment, Castiel's desire burned fiercely, fuelled by the intoxicating allure of Y/N's presence. He yearned to explore the depths of passion with her, to lose himself in the ecstasy of their shared desire.  

With a shaky breath, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers in a tender caress. "I... I don't want to stop," he confessed, his voice husky with longing. "But I need you to tell me what to do."  

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise at his admission, her own desire mirroring his as she met his gaze with unwavering intensity. With a gentle smile, she reached out to trace the contours of his jawline, her touch igniting a firestorm of sensation within him.  

"Listen to your instincts," she whispered softly, her breath hot against his skin. "Let go of your fears and just... feel." With Y/N's permission granted, Castiel's trembling fingers traced the contours of her body, his touch tentative yet eager as he explored the curves of her form.  

Each caress elicited a soft gasp or a shiver of pleasure from Y/N. Castiel's breath caught in his throat as Y/N gracefully slid off his lap, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. His eyes widened in awe as she shed her clothing, revealing delicate lingerie that accentuated every curve of her body.  

He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by the sight before him. Mesmerized by her beauty, Castiel felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his heart pounding in his chest as she dropped to her knees before him. His breath hitched as she gazed up at him with eyes dark with desire, a silent invitation hanging in the air between them. 

As Y/N's hands deftly undid his pants, Castiel's breath quickened, anticipation mingling with a deep-seated longing. When she looked up at him with those pleading eyes, full of desire and intent, his heart skipped a beat.  

The moment her warm mouth enveloped him, Castiel's head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.  

He grasped the edge of the couch, his fingers digging into the fabric as he surrendered to the exquisite torment of her touch. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough with need, his eyes closing as he let himself be carried away by the waves of sensation.  

Her rhythm was slow and deliberate, every movement driving him closer to the edge. He could feel her every touch, every caress, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him entirely.  

The room was filled with the sounds of their shared passion As the intensity of the moment built, Castiel's hand found its way to Y/N's hair, his fingers tangling in the silky strands as he gently guided her movements.  

Each touch, each glance, each moan from her lips brought him closer to the brink, his body trembling with the effort to hold back the tide of ecstasy. As Y/N pulled away and stood up between his legs, Castiel's eyes followed her every movement, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and anticipation.  

He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he slid the delicate fabric of her lingerie off her body, revealing her completely to him. The sight of her standing before him, bathed in the soft glow of the room, took his breath away.  

With gentle but firm hands, Castiel guided her back towards him, positioning her over his lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Castiel could feel the heat and slickness of her as she began to glide down, his breath catching in his throat at the intense sensation.  

Y/N hissed softly as he filled her, the stretch making her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Castiel's hands moved to her hips, holding her steady as she took him in, inch by inch. The connection between them was electric, a potent mix of desire, need, and something deeper, something almost spiritual. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and lust, his gaze locking onto hers. "You're... incredible." She met his gaze, her eyes dark with passion, and began to move.  

The rhythm started slow, each movement deliberate, both of them savouring the exquisite sensation of being joined so intimately. Castiel's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her skin.  

Every touch was a testament to his reverence and awe for the woman before him. As Y/N's movements grew more confident and their pace quickened, the room was filled with the symphony of their shared pleasure, her soft gasps and moans mingling with his deep groans of satisfaction.  

As Y/N moved above him, her movements fluid and rhythmic, Castiel was utterly mesmerized. He watched her, his eyes wide with awe and admiration, captivated by the way her body responded to his.  

Every curve, every motion, was a testament to her beauty and the deep connection they shared. "You're amazing," Y/N whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. "You feel so good, so perfect."  

Her words sent a shiver down Castiel's spine, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and desire. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the tension building within him almost unbearable.  

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm... I'm close." Y/N's eyes locked onto his, her expression one of pure, unfiltered passion. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Let go, Steve. Let go for me."  

Her words were his undoing. With a deep, guttural groan, Castiel's hands tightened on her hips, his body tensing as he surrendered to the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing over him.  

He buried his face against her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he found his release, the intensity of the moment leaving him trembling. As the waves of ecstasy slowly subsided, Castiel held Y/N close, his heart still pounding in his chest.  

He felt a profound sense of connection and fulfilment, a deep gratitude for the woman who had shown him the beauty of human intimacy and love. She took his hand and guided him to the bedroom, "Sleep" she said "I'll clean myself and be right there with you." 

In the quiet aftermath, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Castiel knew that he had found something truly extraordinary. But he also felt tired. And as he gazed into Y/N's eyes, he vowed to cherish and protect this connection for as long as he could. 

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