Slow Dancing with my Angel
Ali's POV
The radio's on in the background, it's hissing, bad reception isn't a bit annoying. If anything its keeping me from loosing my mind. I keep walking up to the grimy window and glancing out, no Impala headlights, nothing. I sigh and walk back to the chair that I'd vacated just a few second's before. Then I try calling Sam, or Dean, I can't really tell the difference between the names anymore. Not when this is the 15th time of calling them. I know that Castiel's eyes are on me. Watching my every move.
I take a breath. Forcing my self to calm down. I pull at some of the multicoloured bands around my left wrist; watching them stretch and flick back. Then I walk back to the window. I chew on my bottom lip anxiously. Really worried about Sam and Dean.
On my way back to my chair Castiel stops me. His hands curl gently around my wrists. I think about fighting my way out of the angels grasp, but I realised that this is what I had wanted, I had wanted Castiel to acknowledge me. Some how, some way.
The song on the radio changed, some sort of slow song. The Angel let go of my wrists and his fingers intertwined with my own. Gently he started to rock to the sound of the song on the radio. Pulling me along with him, before I knew anything else, I was slow dancing with an angel…
No, slow dancing with my angel.
I rested my head on his chest; I listened to the sound of his heart, beating in time with the music. We never even noticed when the music changed to another song, we didn't care. We were in our own little world. He started to hum a tune, one that I didn't understand. I didn't try to move away from him, his body was to warm against mine, I wanted to move closer to him.
I looked up in to his once icy blue eyes, but they were warm, loving, caring even. We both moved forward to close the gap between our faces. Our lips brush together for a fraction of a second. My eyes slide shut, in the heat of the moment, I pull Castiel towards me. Still dancing we kiss, deep, passionate; it felt like I was melting in to his arms. I didn't want it to end.
We didn't hear the key slide in to the lock; we didn't hear the door open. We didn't see the two exhausted brothers walk in. I hear a laugh, but I didn't want to pull away. Castiel did though, embarrassed and flustered he tried to explain.
"I… uh… It was… I felt…" He tried to explain but the words just wouldn't come, Dean tried to look angry. Even I could see that he was slightly glad that Cas had relaxed. Sam on the other hand was rolling on the floor with laughter. Dean cast an eye over Sam's laughing form. Then raised an eyebrow at Cas and me.
"I'll deal with you two in the morning. Right now, I've gotta sort out Sir Laugh-a-lot," Dean said, walking over to the laughing form of Sam, I gave Cas a quick kiss on the cheek before going and helping Dean with 'Sir Laugh-a-lot.'
Word count; 553 words
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ELMO xx