You bow your head, trying to avoid his intense stare; his piercing blue eyes that drill holes through you, cause your skin to crawl. You swallow stiffly past the lump in your throat, afraid to look directly into those eyes. Fiddling with the small bronze pendant dangling from your neck, you search the dimly lit alleyway. There's no escape; he's got you cornered. At least he didn't decide to randomly materialize during my porno marathon, you think, smirking, twirling the tribal-like jewel around in your fingers.
Recently, you noticed that he did that a lot; sneaking up on you at the most inconvenient times. Yeah, he's dropped in unexpectedly before, but not like this. All of the sudden is seems like he's your fricken' shadow! Part of you understands completely; Lucifer has been let loose and he just wants to make sure you're at the top of your game. But a small part of you has grown increasingly uneasy. You've been pursued relentlessly before, but always enjoyed it, and it was never like this.
You sigh and risk a quick glance up. His head is turned, brows scrunched, sky-blue eyes sparkling in the fluorescent haze of a nearby streetlight. His expression is hardened, concentrated. You roll your eyes. You don't think you've ever seen him when he didn't look like such a tight-ass.
Without warning, he whips his steel-melting glare back at you. You inhale sharply, your muscles tightening; he looks…angry. You open your mouth to question his demeanor, but are instantly cut off as one strong hand claps over your lips and slams you against a dirty brick wall. You feel your eyes widening, trying to comprehend the situation. Cas? You think frantically. Cas, what are you doing? You think about struggling, wriggling yourself from his vice-like grip.
You make a quick mental note to never underestimate the small-framed angel ever again.
He stares at you, searching over your frightened emerald eyes, trying to read you. You close your eyes, strain against his grasp to turn your head away; anything to avoid being probed by his eyes. No luck.
He tilts his head, his angered expression softening. You open one eye, bracing yourself for the worse. What he does catches you completely off guard.
He kisses you.
It's clumsy and inexperienced, his chapped lips brushing against yours blindly.
Your whole body tenses, your large eyes squeezing shut. What the hell, Cas?! What's wrong with you?!
He ignores your panicked thoughts, too caught up in his actions.
His mouth lifts from yours with a soft smack and you look down at him, his one hand still pinning you up against the wall.
His expression is…dreamy? Dazed? All the harsh words that had threatened to leave your mouth were tossed aside. Your heart throbs in your chest as you realize the stone-faced angel you had always been familiar with is gone. Actually gone. Replaced with a glaze-eyed blushing…cherub.
A distinct feeling rises from the pit of your stomach to your head, making you feel dizzy.
Castiel was showing emotion, and for you.
You lift your eyes to the star-painted sky, trying to wrap your head around it. When you turn your attention back to your angel, he's gone. But the soft tingle on your lips is not.
END