You suddenly appeared back in the familiar setting of the bunker. "Cas!" you screamed, "You scared the hell outta me!" You tightened your grip around his neck and he pulled you closer into him. He appeared to not want to let you down. His eyebrows were furrowed like he was severely troubled. "What's the matter hot stuff?" He blushed again. "U-Uh I was just confused about something..."

"Well, I might be able to answer better with both feet on the ground." you said pointedly. He turned a deeper shade of red. "S-sorry.." he stuttered and set you down quickly. You were inwardly disappointed that he set you down. You already missed his warmth. "Now," you said sitting down on the surprisingly spotless couch, "What's so confusing." He plopped down awkwardly next to you.

"I just don't understand." he said, turning to face you with a blank expression as if that explained everything.

"Still not getting the picture here." you said with a shrug and a crooked smirk. His expression turned frustrated, as if it was something he wasn't sure he should say and it was having a hard time coming out. "Just, what's so special about you?"

"Excuse me?" you asked, raising your eyebrow somewhat offended.

"No!" he said, realizing his mistake, "Not like that! I just... Why do you make me so nervous? Why do I get metaphorical butterflies in my stomach when I observe your features? Why do I want to be with you forever? Why do I want to make you so happy, and why does the thought of making you happy make me so happy?"

You were beaming at this point, but why did it make your demonic heart so joyful that he felt this way? Could you possibly feel the same way? Sure he was perfect, and beautiful, and kind, and funny, and... OH MY CHUCK. YOU LOVE AN ANGEL. You felt a lump in your throat as Castiel, an angel, was waiting for your answer expectantly. His crystal blue eyes bore into your soul and you felt utterly imperfect, completely incapable of holding it back. You began to unavoidably cry.

Hot, wet, salty tears of joy and comprehension fell down your face in vigorous streams. "[Y/N]! Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" Castiel's deep, alarmed voice rang in your ears. Your eyes were covered by the palms on your hands, but that didn't stop tears from slipping through. Tears were sneaky like that. You shook your head feebly. "N-No.." you stuttered, "That's a feeling Cas."

"Could you be more specific?"

"Well, sure.... You're feeling love." You smiled tearfully at him.

"A-And how do you feel?" Now it was your turn to blush. You directed your gaze to the ground when you next spoke. "I-... I feel the same.." You looked back to Cas to see a smile plastered onto his face. He leaned towards you and stretched out his hand. The very tips of his fingers grazed the bottom of your chin and he softly lifted your face so that it was level with his.

"That," he said, coming closer to you, "Is amazing news." His eyes flicked down to your lips uncertainly. He was still nervous. You were gonna give him some time, but you honestly didn't need to wait long. In a matter of moments you felt a pair of soft lips press against your own. You kissed back just as eagerly. You combed your hands through his raven black hair.

He reached his other hand up to your right cheek and moved his right hand to your left cheek. You both finally pulled back, gasping for air. "That," you said through pants, "Was amazing. Can we do that all the time?"

"What will your brothers think?" You froze. You had totally forgotten about them. "I think you should tell them and then ask their permission before you ask me out. They've not even gotten over me being a demon, much less me hooking up with an angel." Castiel nodded his head in agreement.

"Well," you said, rubbing the bruise on your cheek from where Moose punched you, "I need a nap." You turned your body longways with your head resting on a feather pillow.

"I'll watch over you." Cas said standing up before you laid on him. You closed your eyes and smiled. 

"I'd like that."

Meanwhile In The Impala

"What do ya think they're doing?"

"That's the 12th time you've asked me Dean, and I honestly still have no idea."

"Do you think they're kissing?"

"Seriously Dean? You are so immature."

"Shut up, I was just wondering out loud."

"Dean, we're here." The impala pulled smoothly into the driveway of the bunker. Sam and Dean hopped wordlessly out. They strolled over to the door. Sam went in first to find Cas standing over your sleeping form. Cas turned to face Sam blankly. Dean was standing in the doorway behind him, struggling to see around his figure. They took a few steps inside. "She's mine." Cas said in a monotone voice. He reached out two fingers and placed them on your forehead, then you were both gone.

Dean took a long, slow breath before he turned around silently and slammed the door so hard it made Sam flinch. Sam turned on his heel and opened the door carefully. He turned around and closed it as gently as possible. He heard something from inside shatter. He placed his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. All he whispered before walking away was an almost silent word, "...Fuck..."

And that was all that needed to be said.

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