I do not own Supernatural or Castiel. If I did...well...anywho! *Whistles innocently* Anyway! I do own, Penelope. Enjoy! :)
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Ten!
"What are you doing?"
"Holding your hands, silly, what does it look like?" Penelope giggled.
Nine!
"I find your actions to be peculiar, Penelope, I insist you sit down."
"Oh lighten up, Castiel!"
Eight!
"God, Cas, I didn't mean LITTERALY!"
"How was I supposed to know? You humans have such strange expressions."
"Yeah, well, normal people don't glow…"
Seven!
"Penelope, I insist you let go of my hands at once!"
Six!
"Will you be patient?"
Five!
"I find I'm being quite patient, Penelope."
"Not patient enough, Angel boy."
Four!
"Penelope, have you ingested alcohol to your limit? You're not acting right. I don't detect a demon."
Three!
"Are you insinuating that I'm drunk?"
Two!
"It seems so, yes. I see no point in this counting and…what are you doing?"
One!
"Will you shut up already, Cas?"
Castiel's eyes widened as a soft pair of lips, Penelope's lips, pressed firmly against his. Her slender arms wound gently around his neck, her fingers playing with a small tuft of hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes slipped closed after a moment and returned the kiss shyly, still unsure of what he was doing. Before he knew it, Penelope had pulled away. He opened his eyes to see the shorter woman, smiling up at him. "What was that?"
"Happy New Year, Cas."