It was cold. No, the sheets beneath me were cold. I open one eye and look around the room. It's not mine, or any of my friends. Oh God where the fuck am I?

There's a sound from another room, it sounds like running water and I sit up. My head protests to everything, the light, the noise (from what obviously sounds like a kitchen), and from all the shots I slammed down last night. Oh God what the fuck happened last night?

I look down at myself and my bra and underwear are still on…that could mean hope. I almost laugh a little, the person I must have come home with would have thought my Spiderman panties were freakin' cute. I start to smell breakfast coming from the kitchen and I decide it's time to get out. I know how long a one night stand stays over, and I've clearly reached the limit. I slide out of the bed and grab my things from last night. It's harder to get into the dress I wore last night, considering Jo and Charlie had to help me into in. Well when I say help they more than kind of forced me. It's a darker green than my eyes and slinky and I have no idea why other girls choose to wear things like this, it's fucking hard to breathe.

My jacket goes on next, it's worn and old but the leather keeps me warm and who the hell cares what I look like? I'm not trying to impress anyone. Next I smile and pull on my combat boots; I kind of do pull off the whole badass look. I leave the close the bedroom door as quietly as I can and when I turn around there's blue eyes staring at me. I scream.

"Sorry." The man blushes and smiles at me, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine." For the life of me I can't remember his name, but his eyes are distracting me from the fact that I should probably leave now.

"Would you care to say for breakfast? It's almost noon but I woke up probably ten minutes ago so it counts."

I stop myself before I say yes, he's probably just being nice, or hoping I'll be a 'booty call' as Charlie puts it. "No thank you, I have to be leaving." Sammy would be glad I remembered my manners.

"Alright," I pretend I don't see his face fall a little bit, but it perks back up and he turns around, "I'll show you out." His apartment is bigger than I expected, but I didn't know what to expect. He opens the front door and I slip out, "Hey Dean?"

I turn back to him, a shiver goes up my spine and I feel my stomach swirl with stupid butterflies. I ignore the fact that he knows my name, of course he does. I woke up in his apartment didn't i? I just can't remember his, "Yeah?"

"I didn't take advantage of you last night if that's what you were thinking." He wasn't smiling anymore but he wasn't sad, he looked concerned, like if I thought he was a bad guy it'd break his heart, "Charlie was going to leave with someone and Jo was nowhere in sight so Charlie asked me to come get you. You weren't even making coherent noises, so I let you sleep it off in my bed and I slept on the couch. Scouts honor."

"Then why did I wake up in my underwear and bra?" I raise an eyebrow at him and his face turns red. I stop him before he can start stuttering because let's be honest, he looks like he's going to have a heart attack. "It's fine, that's how I sleep most of the time."

"What's the rest of the time?"

"None of you business." He doesn't say anything after that, it starts to get awkward with me standing in the hallway and him staring at me like he never wants me to leave. "Uh, how does Charlie even know you?"

"I'm Anna's brother." He smiled sadly, "They were kind of cute together you know? Up until…" he trailed off and looked away from my eyes.

"Castiel?" my tongue trips over the weird name and I flinch at how it sounds, "Dude is that really your name?" He jerks his head up and I realize that he'd been checking me out. I smirk at him and he blushes even deeper than before. "Well that sucks for you; I'm going to call you Cas."

"So you're going to call me?" he tries for smooth but it comes out with a break in his voice and I almost laugh right there.

"Don't have your number. I pat my jacket pocket where my phone should be and I freeze, "Shit."

"What?" he looks alarmed.

I try to look relaxed and calm, "Have you see my phone around? It's in one of those wallet things."

"Wallet things? No I don't think I've seen anything like that, but I haven't been in my bedroom yet today…so maybe?" he scrunches up his face, it's almost cute but I look around his shoulders and into the apartment I was just trying to escape. "Do you want to…?" he lets his question fall short and I sigh.

"Yeah." He moves out of my way and closes the door behind him. "So Anna?" I say when it becomes too quiet for my liking.

Cas looks down and me and shrugs, "Haven't seen her in a year." He leads me back towards his bedroom and I feel a since of de ja vue and I know it's because he must have carried me back here last night but I can't help myself thinking about those blue eyes on mine. "I mean she calls, but it hasn't been the same since she left for Europe. She's kind of a snob."

"I'm going to tell Charlie that."

Cas opens his bedroom door and I follow him and my stupid mind wants to think about his hands on my waist and I feel myself blush all over. He goes to the bed and starts to look in the sheets and I get down on my hands and knees to look under the bed. "Do you know if I had it last night?"

"No idea-ow!" he jumps off the bed and I pick my head up. "You left an ear ring." Instantly my hands go to ears and I groan. I will never find the back. I reach out my hand for it but he continues to stare at it. "This looks just like my tattoo."

I stand all the way up and realize that it's my angel wing one. "You're inked?" he nods and I raise an eyebrow, "Can I see?" my phone, for the moment, is completely forgotten.

Cas unzips his hoodie and in just his T-shirt I can see a few lines marking his arms, but those aren't the ones I want to see. He turns around then and pulls off his shirt. My mouth does not water that the thought of Castiel willingly taking off his clothes for me. "Can I?" Cas nods and I trace the outline of his wings on his back. They're massive and delicate and they run from his shoulders blades, to his shoulders, and down the back of his arms. The design comes to a stop at his wrist bone.

"This was the second one I got."

"What was the first?" Castiel turns around and points to right about his hip bone and I touch the marking without any pause. It's a cluster of words in a foreign language I don't understand. "And it says?"

"The rough translation is to be hidden from the eyes of angels." He grabs my hand that's outlining the letters and I look up at him, "That tickles." I blush and pull my hand away. "I also have this." He turns his head to the side and I see a white cross behind his ear, "It was for my brother Balthazar."

I get at what he's saying and I don't push it, but I would like to hear that story. He shakes his head and smiles at me, "Do you have any ink?"

"Yeah, but it would require getting out of this dress and I don't feel like it."

"I could take my pants off if that would help." Cas grins wickedly and it feels like someone sent a shot of adrenalin through my whole body.

I take off my jacket and grin at him, "Yeah I think that might help." Castiel freezes when I start to unzip the back of my dress and I can practically hear the gears in his mind stopping.

"What?" his voice cracks and I reach up to cup his face gently.

"You're cute." I lean up into him and softly press my lips to his, giving him time to retreat if he wants to. He doesn't, I feel him start to kiss back.

His hand comes up to grip the back up my neck and I'm locking my arms around his shoulders, my dress falls off onto the floor. Cas breaks the kiss to look down at me, clad in my combat boots and my mismatching underwear. His fingers trail lines down the side of my waist and I bite my lip. He's tracing the outline of my brother's name. It was my first one, I've had it since I was eighteen and I made the artist use the old scrap of paper I had since I was little. It was his name in my jerky little kid writing. The Tattoo looks like it's carved into my skin. "Who's Sammy?"

"My little brother. He died when I was four, along with my mother." Cas pulls me back and kisses me harder.

His hands are lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and we're moving backward towards the bed. My back his with a soft hit, but I don't get the chance to bounce because Cas is on me and I feel heat all over my body. "Is that all? For a second I think he's referring to the making out we're doing but then I realize he's still talking about my tattoos and I nearly laugh. Instead I roll over to my back and move my hair out of the way.

On my back there's a devil's trap right behind my heart. "It's meant to keep demons out. To keep me safe from harm."

I feel Cas lean down and kiss the black design. "It's pretty." I roll back over and wind my arms around his shoulders, making him drop completely down. Are bodies are laying flush together and it's doing all kinds of things to my concentration. "But not as pretty as you."

I laugh and he leans down to kiss me, "It's true." He says into our kiss, and it comes out muddled and after that we don't talk.