Castiel Novak

You and Castiel had become unexpectedly close. Despite his awkwardness and overly serious nature, you genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. He was strange, brutally honest, and somehow incredibly easy to be around once you got used to him. That evening, the two of you were supposed to hang out. Castiel had offered to pick you up, and you were getting ready when your phone buzzed. Castiel: Ready to head out? Almost at the exact same time, another message appeared. It was from a fling who absolutely refused to take the hint and leave you alone. Fling: Pics? Distracted, you barely looked at your phone. You opened the wrong conversation. Attached the pictures. And hit send. You didn't realize your mistake until you saw the name at the top of the screen. Castiel. Your entire body went still. "...Oh my God." You immediately opened the other conversation. You: Yes. You stared at the screen. Then the response came. Fling: Ready for what? You closed your eyes. You had somehow managed to send Castiel the pictures meant for your fling... And sent your fling a completely random yes. You didn't know which situation was worse. Then you looked back at Castiel's conversation. Read. Nothing else. He'd left you on read. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. You typed: Cas, I can explain. Deleted it. That wasn't meant for you. Deleted that too. Eventually, you gave up and tossed your phone onto the bed. There was absolutely no way you were ever going to recover from this. Then your phone buzzed. You slowly picked it up. A message from Castiel. Castiel: Does this make me the pizza man? You stared at the screen. Your face immediately went bright red. Because apparently, Castiel had decided the best possible response to receiving completely unintended pictures was to say that.