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An Angel's Kiss

Chapter 1 - Calling Cas

Samuel Winchester carried his sister Deanna into the motel room. Depositing her carefully on the bed furthest from the door he passed a hand lightly over her cheek. Yes, there was a definite fever. Damn it, why did she hide these things?

She was always trying to prove something. Prove that she was as strong as any other hunter. Prove that she was not a bundle of girly emotions. It was always something. Sometimes it just wore Sam down, made him angry, and made him want to shake his sister until her teeth rattled. But he was too nice of a guy for that.

Ever since he grew taller than her, shot up and filled out; becoming all man and a big one at that she had been on this I'm still the older one kick. You have to pay attention to me Sammy. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. It was getting downright embarrassing to have this petite girl with the cute freckles and the big green eyes throwing herself between him and danger.

Well that was going to stop and it was going to stop tonight. A simple salt n' burn had turned into a complete disaster. Deanna was there insisting she was 'fine' coughing and sniffling and blowing her nose. While they were out in a cold graveyard at 2 AM in the fog with a little drizzle added, the ghost of Johnathan McFee had casually tossed big sister into a marble angel.

Sam had lit up the bones single mindedly; ignoring the ghost screaming and his sister moaning. Once Mr. McFee had gone up like a Roman candle Sam climbed out of the grave, picked his sister up and tossed her over his shoulder. Yes, she whined, and yes, she kicked and pounded and demanded to be put down but he ignored her. As a matter of fact, in honor of the new way things were going to work from now on when her whining and swearing got too annoying Sam hauled off and smacked her ass and told her to shut up.

Dumped into, oh horrors, the passenger seat of the Impala she crossed her arms and went with a total pout. It was as effective as it could be with a runny nose, a cough and evidently a concussion. The concussion came to the forefront when he had to stop and let her puke.

"Damn it Sammy I wouldn't be nauseous if you'd just let me drive. I'm fine. I can drive. Change seats with me." Her nagging was driving him crazy.

"No, you sit down in that seat and be quiet or I'll smack your ass again." Sam roared. "I'm in change from now on so just take a quick nap and shut up."

Here they were back at the motel and Deanna was moaning and whining and complaining. Just to make sure that everything was perfect she leaned over the side of the bed and puked into the trash can.

Great. Sam thought he'd throw up too from the smell. He got a wash cloth from the bathroom when he took the can to be emptied and pick up the med kit from the floor where they had dumped it. He picked up the little mag light and went to check his sister's eyes. She, of course, smacked at his hands and grumbled. "You're not my mother. Leave me alone."

San ignored her and pushed her down so he could check her pupils; definite concussion. Wonderful, Sam thought, another thing to add to the list. Now she had a runny nose, a fever, a cough and a concussion. No wonder she was a whiney bitch.

Deanna was quiet for a few minutes and rubbed her abdomen. "Sam," she said in a very small voice. "You have to let me get up. I got to go to the bathroom. Let me have the med kit for a minute."

Sam ran through all the possibilities and the answer popped up like three cherries on a Las Vegas slot machine. "Oh no," he sighed, "not that too." Deanna grabbed a tampon from the kit and scampered off to the bathroom.

Sam tapped on the bathroom door. "I'm going outside. Anything you need?"

"Hot chocolate." his sister weakly replied. "And the heating pad and some cold medicine. And, oh yeah, I want to die."

"No, not allowed," Sam replied. "You get into bed and wait for me. I'll get you stuff to make you feel better."

Once outside Sam felt the pressure lift. Only big sister could make him feel like the top of his head could pop like a tube of toothpaste with just another squeeze. He loved her dearly but, damn, she knew all his pressure points.

He looked across the street at the all night diner, the source of hot chocolate for a cranky sister and, possibly, a hot coffee for a frazzled and short tempered brother. Then he had another thought. He leaned against the Impala's trunk and scanned the night sky. It was cold and clear and the stars were scattered like a hand full of diamonds on black velvet. He wondered if a prayer might get him some reinforcements.

"Castiel, you feathered freak, I need you." Sam thought about that statement. Maybe that really wasn't the way to get Castiel's attention.

He cleared his throat and tried again, bowing his head in prayer. "Oh Castiel, Angel Warrior of the Lord, Deanna Winchester needs your help."

Sam was about to try again when he heard the never to be forgotten feathery whisper of a manifesting angel. "Hi, Castiel."

"Sam," Castiel greeted the Winchester in a frosty growl. "Where's your sister?"

"She's inside but I wouldn't go in there right now."

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's got a cold and she's not feeling very well. She has a runny nose, a fever, a cough, a concussion from a ghost tossing her into a marble angel and I think she's on her period." Sam enumerated his sister's problems like a laundry list of woes.

Castiel wiggle his eyebrows. "That's quite a lot. Perhaps I can help."

Sam shook his head. "You're a braver man than me. I'm not going back in there until I'm armed with cold medicine and a cup of hot chocolate. Even you might think twice about being in the room with her. Face it Cas, we're both the wrong sex."

"Why would we be the wrong sex? There are only two, correct?" The Angel appeared confused.

Sam sighed. "Look Cas, I know you bonded with her when you pulled her back out of hell last year but she's on her period right now. No matter how close you two are she's mad at every male in the world because they don't get periods and she thinks that is completely unfair."

"So you are saying she will be angry with me because of the sex of my vessel?" Cas asked. "That is not very logical."

"You're right. But logic is not very important to a woman with menstrual cramps, Cas." Sam tried to explain. "She's completely furious with me because I took charge and dragged her out of that graveyard over my shoulder. I may have also paddled her ass when she gave me trouble about it."

"You called me, Sam. What do you want me to do?" Castiel was growing impatient.

"I want you beside me when I go in with the hot chocolate and the medicine. She looks up to you. I'm hoping you can calm her down. Maybe snuggle with her a bit and get her to take her medicine."

"Snuggle? You want me to snuggle with your sister?" Castiel was now completely mystified. "I have been attracted to Deanna, certainly, but I did not think that you would approve of my advances."

"Cas, between me and you, I think she's at the point where she needs you more than ever. I know that you and I haven't always seen eye to eye about things." Sam started.

"You were Lucifer's vessel, Samuel." Castiel pointed out. "You were addicted to demon blood and almost got my vessel killed. In point of fact you did get him killed and put his whole family, who I had promised to protect, in danger."

"Now that's not completely fair, Castiel. But I think we can agree that Deanna needs you. Perhaps you should marry her, if you're allowed to do things like that. I'm saying that it is no problem for me if you want to court my sister."

Castiel paused and in his turn, considered the stars. "That certainly would be one way of circumventing Michael's future plans. It is one thing to demand a recalcitrant vessel accept him. It would be possibly a complete different problem if the vessel is also another angel's wife."

Sam smiled. "Now you're getting my drift. Let's get the hot chocolate and the cold medicine and go in there and let Deanna know about our little arrangement."

"How do you think your sister is going to take this?" the Angel also smiled. "For some reason I will be surprised if she agrees to an arranged marriage."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll blow up and raise all kinds of hell." Sam replied. "You are just going to have to take her in hand. If you can't make her obey now, what will you do when you're married to her and she wants to run off on a hunt?"

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Fifteen minutes later Sam and Cas were standing outside the door with all the requested comforts. Cas had offered to manifest the drink and the pills but Sam had recommended that Cas just rest his mojo. Sam said that he needed the extra time to recharge his new 'I am you Big Brother' attitude and to give Dianna time to settle into her fetal position and get comfortable in her bed.

Sam also recommended that Cas take this little bit of time to think through carefully his newly hatched plan. Cas thought about pointing out to Sam that time was never a problem. Cas could have taken centuries to think about his approach to the little blonde spitfire and Sam wouldn't have even noticed that he was gone.

Cas also failed to mention that he needed more time to think about adjustments to his relationship with Sam than about taking a more dominating approach to his possible future wife. After all, he had spent most of Sam's life time monitoring unwelcome developments in Lucifier's perfect vessel and those thoughts were more difficult to overcome. He had even taken a momentary detour to talk things over with his brother, Gabriel.

After catching his breath from laughing so hard at the plan Sam and Cas had cooked up together, Gabriel had slapped Castiel's shoulder and said, "Go for it, little brother. I'll stand behind you all the way. Far, far behind you when you tell Michael about his new sister-in-law."

Gabriel had then burst into a new spate of laughter. If he had really needed to breath he would have passed out. Cas never truly understood the things that made Gabriel laugh and when the Seraph took his leave it was with Gabriel's laugher echoing throughout the heavens.

Now they were ready to face the female dragon in her lair. Sam opened the door to a darkened room.

"Deanna," Sam called out. "I'm back. I have your chocolate and a new heating pad and look! I brought Cas with me. Maybe he can help."

A low pitched growl followed by a moan greeted them. "Gimme!" Deanna demanded.

The two men moved cautiously further into the room after Sam ran his hand over the top of the door looking for a hidden surprise. He had grown up under big sister's supervision and was well aware of Deanna's positive opinion about slapstick humor. Sam had learned early to be careful.

Sam approached the bed and snapped on the lamp. He then plugged in the brand new heating pad and handed it over. Deanna sat up and reached for the pad with one hand and the chocolate with the other. Looking over the lip of the cup she flashed those glorious green eyes at the angel.

"Hi, Cas." She smiled through the first slip of her chocolate. "It is so nice of you to come by. I appreciate your concern but I didn't call you. It's just a cold. I'll survive."

"Yes, I know you will." Cas smiled back and ran a comforting palm over her hair, like he was petting a dog. "But there really is no reason to let you suffer when I can help."

He touched her forehead and she took a deep breath through her nose for the first time in days. "Oh, thank you, thank you. I hate mouth breathing." She sent a beaming smile up at Cas.

"I can cure your cold and heal your concussion but I can't do anything about your cramps. Menstruation is a normal bodily function. There is nothing to cure there. You'll just have to live through it." The Angel smiled down at the cute little freckled bundle of fire.

"Don't worry about that," she blushed. "It's almost over."

"There is something I can do to make it better, through." Cas took off his trench coat and removed his shoes.

Deanna's eyes got wider and wider. "What are you doing, Cas?"

Cas then removed his belt and lifted the comforter on Deanna's bed. He slid in and lifted the pretty little woman onto his lap. Deanna froze in shock and whimpered when Cas pulled her head closer and smelled her hair, rubbing her neck all the while. He then turned her head and kissed her.

"What are you doing?" Deanna shrieked, almost losing her grip on the chocolate.

Cas looked surprised at her reaction. "Sam suggested that I snuggle with you as an initial courtship step. Do you not like to snuggle?"

"Snuggle! Courtship! What are you babbling about?" One word she had caught distinctly was "Sam" and she redirected her scowl at her brother. "Sam, what have you done?"

Sam settled on the other bed. "I've arranged for Cas to marry you. What? You don't like the idea? You've only been panting after him for months. I thought I was giving you want you wanted."

Sam's words engendered yet another shriek. "What? He's going to marry me?' How dare you two, you two…men!" The last word was spit out so hard it bounced around the room for a while. She struggled in Cas's arms.

"See, Cas." Sam ignored his sister and spoke directly to Cas. "I told you that you would have to take a firm hand." Cas respond to Sam's prompting by actually taking a firm hand with Deanna's struggles. His arms curled around her in an unbreakable grip.