"I can't do this anymore. Every single time," his voice began to crack, "I just try so hard and..." Cas covered his face with his hands so that I wouldn't be able to see the tears running down his face.
"Oh, Cas," I whispered while crouching down to the same level as the fallen angel curled up on the floor. I gently covered Cas' hands with my own, then removed them from his face.
His startling blue eyes looked into mine, endless sadness burning in his mournful gaze. Too much pain in those beautiful eyes, I thought. I wiped away the tears trailing down his face.
As I stared into his bloodshot eyes, a lump formed in my throat as I thought of how he's saved my life. Sure he dragged me out of hell, but it's more than that; every time he smiles, he mends a bit more of my broken soul, every time I'm lost, he shines and leads me out of my darkness, every time I'm feeling alone, he's always there. I can't fix him the way he's fixed me, I don't know how, but I can show him my love and I can soothe the sadness in his eyes.
I slowly drew my hands towards his face. One hand ran through his perfect hair and rested at the back of his head, the other lay on his neck. I leaned my face forwards, then stopped just before we touched. I felt his uneven breaths against my skin, and in that moment, my shattered being was whole again.
"My angel," I breathed into his lips. He tilted his head forward and his tentative lips met mine. His innocence was evident, but the emotion he showed was raw and powerful. I opened my lips and he followed my lead, our tongues met and proceeded to dance the sensual and loving dance I'd dreamt of forever but never actually sought for. His hands began to explore my body; he ran one hand against my torso and the other hand drew my body closer to his.
After what seemed like forever and barely any time at all, I broke the kiss because I heard the Impala pulling up outside. Cas' eyes were like a deer's staring into the light of his death, shocked and scared. I was amazed at how much I could read from those beautiful eyes. I knew he didn't want Sam to know what just happened. Hell, neither did I.
I sorted out his messed up hair, then pulled him up to his feet and straightened his clothes. With a little smile playing on his lips, he flattened parts of my hair, then sheepishly looked down. I made his eyes meet mine by using my finger to raise his chin. I smiled down at him. "You don't have to be shy," I said, then pecked him on the lips. I heard the door open and I backed away from him, though all I wanted to do was continue resting in his arms and showing him my love.