The soft sound of wings fluttering enter her dingy motel room. Ignoring the man in the trench coat, she brings her lips to the rim of her bottle of rum. Carelessly, she throws back her head to take another chug. Her midnight hair tumbles down her back, she can feel the waves tickle her bare skin. Michelle closes her eyes as she savors the burning liquor rush down her throat. A familiar warmth radiates from her chest. Her dark lashes become wet as she releases all the air in her lungs.

Castiel clears his throat, letting her know he was in the room. Michelle is ripped out of her moment of solace by the rhythmic beats of his steps. She quickly rubs her eyes in hopes he'd think she was just tired. Michelle opens her eyes, facing the ceiling. Not yet ready to look at the angel.

Put on a brave face.

"I thought you hated alcohol." She can hear the frown in his voice. A sad smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth. Deciding she can't avoid eye contact any longer without being rude, she flickers her eyes into his baby blue orbs. She catches herself thinking if his eyes were the last thing she saw before she died, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Sam and Dean's plan to stop Lucifer is short of a miracle. She was a woman of faith but even then she knew it was a pipe dream.

"Last night on Earth. I might as well go out with a bang." The young hunter faked a laugh, quoting the same words Dean had said in Bobby's kitchen before she split. Taking the family photo together with Sam, Dean, Bobby, Ellen, Castiel, and Jo made the end all too real for her. She wouldn't have been able to stay with them any longer without breaking down.

"Yes it is." Castiel curtly agrees, lost in thought. A long silence stretched between them. The only noise came from Michelle's phone, she had a playlist of music playing while she drank. She thought it would make drinking herself into oblivion a tad less depressing. The Rolling Stone's Angie was playing in the background.

Michelle sighed for the millionth time that night. There was no time like the present and if today was her last day then she had to thank Castiel for everything he's done for them. With all the force she could muster she pushed herself off the bed. Michelle quickly lost her footing and felt herself falling. Faster than lightning, he was at her feet and had a firm grip on her bicep. The image of Dean's bare arm with the angel's handprint briefly flashed in her mind. She pondered wryly if he had grabbed her in the same spot he had gripped Dean and raised him from perdition.

"Whoa, thanks." The alcohol rushes to her brain, stunting her thought process for a couple of seconds. She focuses on one of the buttons of Castiel's trench coat in attempt to clear her muddy mind.

"Remember when we spent the night sitting on the impala, talking about anything." Michelle hesitates to ask the angel. Not quite sure why she even brought it up, she waited for his response.

A couple of weeks ago, she was working with Sam and Dean on a case with a witch coven. Bobby asked her to help the Winchesters with the case because she was familiar with their sister coven. It became an easy case once they picked up on the similar patterns between the two. It wasn't her first case with the brothers, she had occasionally joined their hunts while they struggled with hunting down seals to save. Eventually, she had gotten to know Castiel.

On this witch hunt, she shared a room with the brothers for safety measures. Michelle and Sam had taken the two beds while Dean had passed out on the couch. She had spotted Castiel sitting in a spare chair when she came out of the bathroom. She pointed at him to go out the door, not wanting wake the Winchesters from their peaceful sleep. Castiel nodded before vanishing into thin air. Michelle rolled her eyes at his disappearing act. The door was only one or two steps away from him.

"Castiel?" She immediately hugged her hourglass figure as she steps out. A chilling breeze blew past her. She rubs her arms for warmth and berates herself for not wearing something warmer. The oversized t-shirt hardly went past her mid thighs, and her shorts weren't much help either. She spotted Castiel leaning against the trunk of the Impala, facing away from her. Michelle scurried to stand next to him, hoping that maybe his body will shield her from the harsh winds.

"Why do you call me Castiel when we are alone?" Castiel turned away from the stars to look into her deep pools of rich chocolate.

So he had noticed. Michelle had went along with the nickname Cas because everyone was doing it. Whenever it was just the two of them she'd go back to his full name. She liked how his name rolled off her tongue. It was a good name, she saw no reason to shorten it when she didn't have to.

"If it bothers you, I can call you Cas instead." Michelle dodged the question, not wanting to tell him that she thought his name was pretty. God that sounded girly.

"It. . . doesn't bother me." Castiel paused and looked away from her in thought. "When I first asked Dean why he and Sam couldn't call me by my full name, he explained to me that the shortening of names is a display of affection and friendship. Just about every human I know calls me by that name now, except you. " Castiel glanced back at her, making sure she was still following the conversation. She quickly nods, clenching her teeth from chattering.

"Does that mean you do not truly think of me as an ally?" He searched her eyes for an answer. She opened her mouth to answer his ridiculous question. Too consumed with his own conclusions, he interrupts her before she has the chance to reply.

"If you question my intentions, we should discuss your uncertainty with Sam and Dean." He finished with concern sketched on his face.

Michelle blinked. Of course he'd be curious. She forgot he had only recently been interacting with humans. Without the constant poofing in and out of rooms, she'd probably forget he was an angel. Compared to the other angels she's had the displeasure to meet, he was so human.

"No Castiel. I just happen to like your name." Michelle lamely confessed. Castiel tilted his head at her words, a tendency he had when he was intrigued.

"I like the way your name sounds, okay?" She runs her fingers through her hair in frustration, annoyed at her own embarrassment over something so small. A tiny smile appears on his face when he finally understood why she preferred calling him by his given name.

"This isn't why you came to the motel, is it?" Michelle defensively folded her arms, wondering why he had chosen to come visit them at this hour.

"I came here because I didn't have anywhere else to go." He quietly answered. Michelle's jaw dropped. He could travel anywhere in the world and he chose here? If it were her, she'd be half way around the world.

"Did I say something wrong?" Castiel asked noticing her strange behavior.

"Castiel, you could go anywhere. Literally anywhere. Russia, Japan, Peru, or Egypt. I'd jump at the chance to see any country outside of this one." Michelle rants with large hand gestures to emphasis how ridiculous this was.

"I don't see why you came here." She murmured as she folded her arms once again.

"I've watched the world from the beginning. There's no place on this Earth that I haven't seen already." He informed her before looking down at his hands. "Here I can watch over you three. And if I was in Moscow, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Right. I forgot you're ancient." Michelle playfully punches his shoulder. She pretend she can't feel her heart pull at his words. His head snaps up at the touch. She momentarily wondered if she had hit him too hard.

"You're cold. I can feel you shivering from your fist." Castiel scowls at her discomfort. He's more upset by the fact that she chose to hide it from him.

"I'll be fine. If I can handle werewolves and vampires, then I can deal with a little wind." Michelle says off handedly, not wanting to go back into the motel just yet. Her sudden sneeze only increased the wrinkles on the angel's forehead.

Castiel shrugs off his trench coat and silently hands it to her. She accepts it, knowing he wouldn't let her stay out if she refused. Michelle hops on the trunk of the impala once she isn't freezing anymore. An impish grin spreads on her face as she pats the empty space besides her.

"Dean is very protective of this car. You didn't seen him when Sam dropped ketchup on-"

"Are you afraid of Dean?" Amused, she interrupted his excuse. The blank face expression on his face screamed that he indeed was. She covered her mouth with her hand in awe.

"Oh my god you are!" Nonstop laughter bubbles out of her. The vibrations of her body slightly shook the car as she held on to her stomach and tried to inhale air. Castiel cheeks flush at the accusation.

"I am not afraid of Dean. I only want to avoid conflict." He replied flustered. He couldn't fool her and they both knew it.

"Look around Castiel, he's not here. I'm not gonna tell and you're not going to say a word. Now sit next to me or I'm leaving you." She peered at him expectantly, waiting for him to call her bluff. They stared each other down until he dropped his shoulders in defeat.

He sighed before he gingerly scooted next to her. She bit her tongue to stop her victory smile from appearing, not wanting jinx tonight. She's been alone with the angel countless of times, but for only a couple of minutes usually. It was rare that they were able to be alone for this long.

"Tell me about the universe Castiel." Michelle looked up at him, waiting to be amazed. Castiel looked down into the eyes that were filled with child-like wonder. His striking blue eyes softened at the unexpected innocence she carried. Living as a hunter, she should have lost her pure gaze a long time ago. Innocence is a liability for her line of work.

Michelle was captivated listening to him talk from his perspective on the world and universe. The manner in which he spoke about his time observing the world was almost like poetry. She could see how much he truly cared for humanity and other works of God's creation. Bumble bees in particular were his favorite.

In return, Michelle opened up to him about herself and her life as a hunter. She enthusiastically told him about her love for science and how she would have become an astrophysicist if she had not become a hunter. Castiel paid close attention to the few light hearted anecdotes she shared about her life as a hunter. He noticed she always had faith in the good and a strong sense of justice. She even played some of her favorite songs for him from her phone.

They continued to throw words back and forth for hours until Michelle's words began to slur. It wasn't too long before she slumped against his shoulder and fell into a deep slumber. Michelle recalls waking up the next day tucked back into her bed.

Not much changed after that night. In the following weeks they went back to seeing each other only for a handful minutes at a time. If they saw each other at all. When Castiel was able to see her again he made sure to personally greet her every time. Michelle didn't want to admit it to herself because of how stupid it was. But every time he did greet her with his cheesy smile it made her feel special.

Whenever she wasn't there Castiel would ask Sam how she was and if he had spoken to her recently. Somehow he knew constantly asking Dean about a woman would not end well on his behalf. Dean would ask questions. Castiel felt Sam would understand. And he did. However, that didn't stop Sam from paying closer attention to the angel's interactions with the young hunter.

"I've thought about it a couple of times while I was away." Castiel looks down as he smiles fondly at the memory. She suppresses the impulse to kiss his crow's feet. She hardly saw it nowadays, there wasn't any reason to smile this brightly with the apocalypse coming and all. She giggles and sways slightly, dizzy by his presence.

He watches her closely and decides it would be safer to have her sitting than erect. She becomes mute at his touch. He maintains her eye contact while he shuffles her back towards the bed. Castiel lowers her with him onto the edge of the bed. Reminding himself of all the lectures Dean had given him on personal space, he scooted away shortly afterwards.

"Castiel if you wanted to take me to bed, all you had to do is ask." Michelle winks at him and playfully pulls him closer by the edges of his trench coat. His thighs were now touching her exposed, olive thighs. His senses heighten from feeling her body's warmth through the contact. Castiel groans at the flirtation, both in pleasure and in frustration with her. Becoming painfully aware of how tight his pants are, he comes to the decision that it was time for this to end. He couldn't bring himself to putting her to sleep, instead he lowers the alcohol content in her body with a touch to her forehead. She flushes at her own behavior as she comes to.

"I forgot there was a reason why I don't drink." Michelle jokes as she nervously rubs the back of her neck.

"It would be ill advised for you to continue to consume alcohol." Castiel agrees with her, but Michelle can't help to notice that his tone felt more of a command than a suggestion. He also didn't move back to where he was sitting before she yanked him inside her personal bubble.

"Michelle is a beautiful name. The Hebrew origin of the name translates to 'who is like God'." Castiel changes the topic, relieving Michelle from some of her embarrassment. She raises eyebrow at their return to the subject of names.

"It would be a shame to shorten such a name. I guess what I want to say is the feeling is mutual." He glances to her in good humor. She smiles at the compliment.

She didn't want to ruin the mood, but she was never one to dance around the elephant in the room.

"Castiel, you know I enjoy your company and all but tonight is our last night." Michelle covers her hand over the hand he had on his knee. "Don't you want to, I don't know, make it worth something?" Michelle gently asks.

"I don't see the point of making an effort to make today any different from the rest. It won't change what happens tomorrow." Castiel explains. He sees a flicker of sadness pass through her eyes at his answer. He immediately regrets his answer. She quickly pulls her hand back as if she were burnt his touch.

"For an angel, you're awfully pessimistic." Michelle grumbles. Savoring the truth without alcohol in her system was like a punch to the gut. She turns her head away, water brimming her waterline, feeling foolish. Castiel lips tightens in a line, he stares at the ceiling ashamed at himself. Michelle quickly turns back when the bed dips beneath her. She sees him standing looking back at the door.

"I've upset you. I should go." Castiel robotically states. Michelle grabs his hand, stopping him from disappearing.

"Don't go. Please. At least not yet." Michelle begs him and feebly attempts to pull him back down on the bed. He obediently squats back next to her side. He sat stoically, unable to make conversation in fear of upsetting her any further. Remembering that she was going to thank him before she got drunk on him, she decides now the best time to tell him.

"I haven't had the chance to thank you for everything you've done for us and for humanity." She begins pouring her heart out. Castiel eyes widen slightly at sudden sincerity towards him. Had he not disappointed her only seconds ago? He looked into her almond eyes to undeniably confirm her genuine sentiment.

She wraps her arm behind his neck, letting her hand dangle over his right shoulder. In an aim to hug him from the side, since it'd be too awkward to do a full hug with him sitting next to her. The action pulls their faces closer than she's ever been with him. She distracts herself with her little speech before she drowns in those big, blue eyes.

"Castiel, you've done so much for us. It'd be impossible to repay you for everything that you've risked to fight with us. I can't even put into words how grateful I am to have you on our team." Castiel pressed his lips together, overwhelmed by her words. The weight on his shoulders, he had since he acted in disobedience against heaven, vanishes if only for a moment. Soon enough he relaxes into smile.

With courage she didn't know she had before, Michelle leans towards Castiel to press a light kiss on his cheek. Bold enough to kiss him only an inch away form the corner of his mouth, she pulls back while hoping she didn't cross a line.

"Thank you Castiel."

He flickers his eyes from her face to her lips and back up again. She had every intention of retreating back and going back to friend mode. She did at least until she saw something in his eyes that compelled her to go through with the forbidden act. Michelle leans back into him, staring into his uncertain face. Her ear catches his breath hitch as she pecks the corner of his mouth. She continues to feather him in kisses until she reaches the middle of his mouth. He affectionately runs his hand through her hair. She takes her arm off his shoulder and cups his cheek as she molds her lips firms onto his. He tenderly pulls her against his chest. Hesitant and slow in the beginning, they take their time to savor the moment. Focusing to keep her lips on his, she moves off the bed to sit on his lap. Goosebumps on her skin followed his hand from the base of her neck to where he cradled the back of her neck. He opens his mouth more to taste more of her. She presses her body onto his in response. Castiel groans into her mouth at the friction. He placed his other hand on her thigh, repeatedly rubbing it back and forth. Incredibly turned on Michelle fingers and tugs his hair. He slips in his tongue earning a moan from her. His mouth smirk into hers as she became more and more responsive to him. She pulls back from him to swiftly peel off her tank top. Castiel visibly swallows at the sight of her skin and at the implication of her taking off her clothes.

"Do you really want this?" Castiel's gravel voice halts her from going back to kissing him again. He knew she had never been with a man before, this wasn't something he'd take lightly. She tenderly grabs his face in her hands to make him look directly into her face.

"More than anything." She breathed into his face. Castiel began to spread sweet kisses on her jawline before he works his way his way down her neck. She closes her eyes, enjoying the attention from him and goes back to playing with his hair. As he gets near the middle of her throat, he passionately sucks her neck. Receiving gasps of pleasure from her as he continues down. She slowly grinds down on his crotch, building the heat between them. Castiel is moaning into her skin as he reaches to unclasp her bra.

Before he could manage to get a hold on the clasp, the sound of his phone ringing broke them from their trance. Michelle was the first to pull away, she reached into his trench coat to pull out his mobile for him.

"It's Dean." She quickly hands him the phone, worrying if he was calling about their mission tomorrow. Castiel seemed more bothered by the interruption.

"What is it Dean." He says with a monotone voice. Michelle rests her head on the other side of the phone to listen in. Castiel doesn't do anything to stop her.

"We've decided to go through with the mission at noon. Cas could you do me a favor and pass the message to Michelle? She isn't picking up her phone. She's at the Quincy Motel, room 203." Dean requests.

"I'll let her know." Castiel answers as he darts his eyes to her face, humored by the irony of the situation.

"Uh, before you go in make sure to knock the door. She could have company." Dean awkwardly instructs the angel. He pauses to sigh. "And tell her not to stay up too late, we'll need her at full capacity. Killing Satan isn't going to be as easy as blowing up the Darth Star. "

"I think you mean dwarf star, Dean. There's no such thing as a Darth Star." Castiel bluntly corrects the hunter. Michelle covers her mouth and moves away from the phone, laughing at Castiel's answer. She didn't have to see Dean to know the annoyed look he'd have at Castiel's ignorance to the Star Wars reference.

"Cas. Focus. Relay everything I told you alright?" He commands the angel.

"Of course." Castiel replies before hanging up. Michelle rests her head against his shoulder. The moment had passed. Once again the apocalypse had to ruin everything.

"You heard him, you need to rest for tomorrow." Castiel intertwines his hand with hers as he softly speaks to her.

"No. If I close my eyes, I'll have less time with you." She shakes her head. Castiel affectionately pushes a pieces of hair behind her ears.

"I'm not leaving Michelle." He states before placing a kiss on her forehead.