A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please don't be too hard on me! I can handle critique and would definitely appreciate constructive criticism, but please don't just tell me how much I suck ;-;

Warning: A little swearing and mild sexual implications.

1. He took the blame for her.

"I feel so alive tonight," Deborah gasped and pressed her heel down harder on the gas. She wore a mischievous grin and a loose hot pink tank top, which was constantly slipping down from her shoulders and had been doing so even back at the club. It'd prompted Castiel to menacingly stare down several pairs of ogling eyes.

"You were great on stage," he told her. It was open mic night and Deborah had her fair share of singing at the club. She certainly looked like she could become a famous singer in his eyes, so collected but radiant as she seized the microphone and stole the crowd's attention with her voice.

"Was I really?" Hope and pride sparkled in her eyes and her smile beamed up at him.

Castiel knew she was fishing for an additional compliment, but he didn't mind. She deserved one. "Yeah. You were fantastic. I could've sat there and listened to you all night long."

"Oh, Kitten," she purred and craned her neck to kiss him smartly on the corner of his grinning mouth. Neither of them had really been paying attention to the road, so the sign on the side of the road that indicated a lowering speed limit went completely unnoticed and subsequently ignored.

She pulled back just as the shrill cry of a siren pierced the air. Blinding blue and red flashes flooded through the windows, a cop car on their tail.

"Damn it!" Deborah gripped the steering wheel tighter and floored it, much to Castiel's distress.

"Deb!? What are you doing? You can't outrun the cops!" He whipped his head from the distancing lights to his girlfriend, his eyes widened with astonishment. "Pull over!" He was half tempted to grab the wheel and physically force her to.

"I can't!" Her pink and blue eyes darted to him, glittering under a sheen of unshed tears. "If I get one more ticket, I'll lose my license!" Her voice was high and fraught and her lower lip was trembling. The authorities were quickly catching up and she was scared and clueless. She hadn't verbally pleaded Castiel for the answer to the situation, but her helpless expression had done all the pleading for her.

"Switch seats with me," he ordered. "Pull over now, we have enough time to do it before they catch up."

"What? A-Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he nodded urgently. "Now hurry up."

She veered off to the side of the road and they rapidly switched seats, clambering over the center console and knocking into each other as they didn't dare risk being seen getting out and climbing back in. Castiel was secure in the driver's seat and hooked under the seatbelt for added favor, offering a pleasant smirk of the most infuriating kind when the offer parked his car behind them and approached. He was rather unamused by the speeding away stunt, but Castiel must've been smoother than he thought because there was no additional charge. Just the original speeding ticket.

He didn't mind taking the blame. It was a smaller price to pay than seeing Deborah lose her license.

"Thank you," she breathed when they were once more alone on the side of the road.

"Eh. Piece of cake." Castiel shrugged his shoulders and flashed her a cheeky grin. He was just happy to see that Deborah was no longer on the verge of tears.

She grinned back at him and unclipped her seatbelt, crawling into the backseat. He lifted a brow as she kicked off her black pumps and began to pull up her shirt. "Let me thank you the right way."

"Heh." He climbed back and flopped down next to Deborah, eagerly helping her pull off the shirt the rest of the way.