Rowena's POV

I looked into his eyes with such a passion which I was sure I'd never felt before. Not even for my son's father, Leroy. I didn't expect him to look back at me and so when he did, my eyes began to trail off to certain parts of his body that they found interesting.
Gabriel was studying me for several minutes with a look of lust and anticipation taking all over his face. It was almost as if I could hear his every thought. I read his face like an open book.
"So, we've a little time. How would you like to fill it?", I asked boldly not taking my eyes off of him. "To fill what?", he asked me back; he was hesitating. He'd probably never been with a witch before. After all, an Archangel was supposed to be staying in Heaven and not be wandering around on Earth...
His touch was soft and pure. For the first time in forever, I didn't feel like someone was taking advantage of my body to please himself. I felt loved and wanted. Gabriel embraced me with so much passion that it made me think it was all a dream and when I'd wake I'd be alone again.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt my flesh burning in anticipation. Every insecurity I'd had before, had now been overcome. My eyes sparkled with joy as I smiled for him.
"Guys?", Dean Winchester's voice echoed in the room. Damn you Winchesters, I thought to myself. Why did no one ever let me finish what I'd started?
Gabriel and I stood up as fast as we could and separated ourselves from each other. My hair was messy and so was his. But it was too late to fix it. We'd just been caught red-handed.
Sam and Castiel were staring at us puzzled. "We were just...", I began to justify us. "Reading! Books... Here in the, uh... Library", Gabriel interrupted. By that moment I was certain no one believed our silly excuse. But did it even matter? No, I doubt it would.
"Well, did you boys arrive at a... decision?", I asked in an effort to change the subject and take their attention away from what they'd seen earlier. Dean looked at me and it seemed as if a huge question mark had appeared above his head. "Sam has a plan", he said as I looked down upon my shoes. Only one word could be used to describe the whole situation:
Awkward!