Anna was sat alone on the bench in the snow, her hair looked extra red against the crisp white back ground. It had been a long week, she needed space to think, this was perfect, quiet and alone, very few angels came here. She needed time to think, she had witnessed one of her colleagues attempt to murder another, so she had killed him. She knew without a doubt she had done the right thing, but it didn't make it easier to deal with, she had worked with him for longer than most humans could imagine, she knew so much about him, and this had shocked her. But deep down what was the real reason she had killed him.

Uriel was murdering Angels, he was trying to convert them and if they said no he would kill them, he had killed 7, he was very powerful a specialist in his field. Yet she only got involved when he threatened Castiel, and risked herself to save him, she had a price on her head, and knew deep down Castiel would never carry it out, he was loyal to her, as she was to him, Uriel was less attached to either of them.

Uriel had Castiel on the floor, kneeling, holding his hair, so he looked into those pretty blue eyes as he punched him and taunted him about his faith, Angels were punished for no faith, and Castiel was dedicated and loyal in his faith, and clearly ready to die for it. She came up behind Uriel and stabbed him though the throat, he fell to the floor, she moved to stand next to Castiel as Uriel died, he rose to his feet and looked at her, with awe and concern.

She realised now that it wasn't about stopping Uriel it was more about protecting Castiel, even the thought of him meant she had a horrid fluttering feeling in her stomach. Maybe thousands of years with him were more than just friends, maybe he had no idea that was an option, maybe she mistook the close relationship and her human feelings for more than it should be. But he was part of the reason she fell, she wanted to truly understand love, wanted to feel, looking back she did understand love, just a shame he didn't. He bugged her more now he had a human form, dark hair, blue eyes, he pressed all her buttons. And she had been with his "friend" Dean Winchester, that was bound to create issues.

Which got her back to why she was here, she couldn't exactly talk to anyone about this, she was an outcast, she fell she wasn't pure, the other Angels avoided her, or hunted her. The way Castiel looked at her when she tried to touch him tore her up inside, even after saving him, he thanked her and flew away so quickly, a tear fell from her eye, and she realised how deeply it cut her up.

A shadow appeared above her, she looked up and spotted him

"Cass" she breathed "Castiel" she quickly corrected, his tone and actions the other day had suggested they were not in a place for abbreviated names, there was a distance between them. She quickly brushed the tear away, he moved his head to look at her, his blue eyes melting her heart again.

"Anna" he stated his gravelly voice giving no hint of emotion, his face stern and serious "you have been crying" more a statement than an question

"Its nothing" she insisted and turned her head to hid from his gaze

He sat down on the bench next to her, "We need to talk about Uriel"

"We don't" she insisted "what is there to say, he is dead its over"

"You saved me, " his tone was softer "I want to thank you"

"You are welcome" she snapped still not facing him

"You are cross" he noted, she felt his stance shift and then felt his hand on her face, gentle and soft , he turned her face to meet his, she was looking into his, eyes, she really didn't want to, she knew he could get away with anything and she would forgive him no question "Anna, why are you cross?" he questioned

"Im not cross," she replied, not sure if it was true or not, he had moved his hand from her face, as he had touched her she assumed it was fine to touch him, and moved her hand to the side of his face, his stubble felt strange against her hand, "I can't be cross with you"

He looked puzzled his face slightly crinkled in confusion, she decided it was now or never, she may never see him again, and leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. He didn't pull away or appear to react, she backed up a little looked in his eyes, he still looked unsure she looked down at his lips and back at his eyes, he was studying her and still not backing off. She moved her other hand to cup his face, and still he didn't pull away, she half smiled and leant in to kiss him, he didn't back off, her lips touched his, she was shocked how soft they were, and more so that he was responding to her. Her hands moved one to the back of his head in his thick black hair, the other around his back, pulling him in to her, his hands were around her as well one at her waist the other in her hair. She hadn't realised how hungry for him she was, clinging on to ever second, tasting him, but scared to be too demanding. He tasted strange, very different from Dean. Oh thinking about Dean now is not good .

Castiel tasted like light, like strawberries and cream, the warmth, like sunshine, like everything she liked, nothing she could put into words. Suddenly she was very aware of him pulling away, moving his hands quickly away from her.

He blushed, looking cute and confused, unable to make eye contact with her, then he stood up "Im sorry" he muttered and vanished

So there she was sat on the bench alone, more confused than ever, trying to work out what everything meant and would he be back? She felt so alone.