Cas softly caressed my hands, gently folding the bandages over them. He has a surprisingly soft touch for a celestial being. I take a swig of the whisky and grimace as the acidic poison makes it way down my throat, then look Cas up and down. He seems different, not himself, but I suppose things have changed now, times are not as simple as they were. "So which Cas are you now?" I ask him breaking the silence. "I'm just me", he replies. I know he's lying; he's not the same, not how I remember him. The memory of the kiss floods back into my mind, the way his lips ferociously pressed against mine, how his hands combed through my hair, my hands sweating and my heart beating faster and faster- then he draws away. I lean towards him and whisper in his ear, "Do you remember the pizza man?" Before I can move away his lips brush against mine; my heart starts beating faster, my hands sweating. I push against him, hungry for more, the sweet taste of his lips shaping to mine. His hands push through my hair, tangling in it and I can hear his heart beating. I rest my hands against it and look into his eyes, "Steady on Clarence", I slur.

"Don't want the boys to hear". "Yes, I suppose you're right", Cas mumbles in agreement. He takes me to a motel room a few blocks down, the interior shabby and the smell of mould masking the room. None of this matters, I'm hungry for Cas, to feel his body on mine. It's been so long- too long. I remove each layer and then trace the lines across his chest, gently placing kisses along his neck. I wrap my arms around him and heavily breathe in his scent, pushing him down on the bed and unbuttoning his jeans. My body moulds into his and Cas thrusts into me. I let out a gasp, "Fuck you're so good, this is so good". I press my lips against his and cling onto him, my fingernails digging into the tender flesh of his shoulders. He nips at my collar bone and gently and quickly kisses my lips, leaving them raw and tingling from the sensation. His skin burns mine as we slide together, our bodies sticky with sweat. He lets out a gasp of pleasure as I thrust into him, our hands entwined together. I push myself off of him and lie next to him on the bed panting. "That was good", I say, unsure whether I was saying it to myself or to him. We lie in silence; my head resting on his chest as it slowly rises up and down to the beating of his heart.

"Do you ever miss the apocalypse?" I mumble, barely audible. "Why would I miss the end of times?" Castiel looks quizzically down at me, his piercing blue eyes searching my face for some kind of answer. "Well everything was so much simpler. I was bad, you were good. Now I'm kind of good and well, you're kind of bad." He continued to stare at me, tilting his head to the side, a confused expression flickering across his face. "Which is actually all manner of hot". I lean towards him, tilting his face upwards to mine and gently brushing my lips against his, the taste of his lips lingering on mine. "I have to go", he says, "Dean's praying to me". "Ignore him" I whisper in his ear. "Stay with me, let's move some furniture around". "No I can't, I have to go. I'll be back soon", he says, longing in his voice. He vanishes on the spot and I lie back down on the bed replaying the night over in my head.