Castiel x Self Conscious!Reader: Beauty

You stare down at the scale in horror. "Th-That much?" you whisper, the number a bit higher than you'd expected--or wanted. You pinch at the soft layer of pudge covering your belly, sighing. All the crappy fast food you've been eating on the road is getting to you. You'd thought that running around chasing monsters and whatnot would compensate...but you seem to have thought wrong.

Groaning halfheartedly, you step off the scale and head out to the motel living room, grasping the familiar trench coat thrown haphazardly over the couch, falling onto the cushions and curling up on the uncomfortable dingy brown excuse of furniture, and wrapping the worn piece of tan fabric around. It smells faintly of cologne and the interior of the Impala. And like Castiel, of course, the world's most adorable angel. You're grateful the brothers aren't home--they're off at some sleazy restaurant, probably trying to drink the memories away. If Cas shows up, maybe you two could spend the night alone, cherishing the quiet, and--

"(y/n)?" Castiel's gravelly voice interrupts your thoughts. "I heard you thinking about me."

"You forgot your trench coat," you murmur meekly, sounding sadder than you had originally intended.

"What's wrong?" the angel inquires innocently. The corners of your lips turn downwards.

"N-Nothing, Cas..."

"Lying is a sin, (y/n)," he chastises gently, pulling back the fabric of his coats to reveal your face, consequently uncovering your tearful, (eye color) eyes. He kneels down next to the couch so he's at your eye level.

"I--Cas, it's..." You nearly tell him it's nothing again, and your cheeks are turning a dark shade of red. You cover your face in your hands. "I weigh too much. I'm not pretty or skinny or...or anything, and..." Tears start falling and you swipe then away.

"What?" Castiel says, sounding absolutely bewildered. "That's absurd, (y/n). You are beautiful, and I assure you that your weight is perfectly fine." He strokes your hair soothingly. "Are you really this upset over a number on a scale?"

"I'm upset about a lot of things, Cas. Like the fact that I see nothing but flaws when I look in the mirror, or catch a glimpse of my reflection..." your voice cracks on the last word, and your jaw tenses as you try to stop crying.

"Flaws?" Castiel repeats, still utterly confused. "(y/n), you...you're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on..."

A faint smile tugs at your lips. "Really?" You sniff, wiping a few final teardrops from your eyes.

"Yes, of course. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but to be honest, every beholder of you finds you beautiful. I see their thoughts. It makes me feel...jealous," he admits sheepishly, planting a kiss on your nose.

"Aww, Cas," you croon, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him close, "you know you're the only angel for me." You gently press your lips to his.

"And you're the only human for me, beautiful."