*Author's note* I never even knew this ship existed until I had an anon request for it. It was actually really fun to write, and I kind of ship it now… enjoy!

"Dinner?" Irene asked.

"Irene, it is two in the morning; why would I want to eat now?" Castiel murmured sleepily.

Irene rolled closer to Cas and nuzzled her face in his neck and whispered,

"When I said dinner, I didn't mean dinner."

"What else could you have meant, Irene? As I understand it, dinner has only one meaning-" Castiel started to say, but he was silenced when Irene's plump lips landed on his. As she moved herself on top of him she bit his ear and whispered,

"This is what I meant by dinner." Castiel managed to gasp out a surprised, "Oh," before Irene's lips crashed into his again.

Irene's supple form took control of Castiel's rigid frame, but when she noticed that he wasn't kissing her back, she moved off of him and rested her head on his chest.

"Irene, I-" Castiel started, but he was again cut off.

"Hey, it's okay, Cas. I know it's hard to move on after you lose someone who was so close to you," she said.

Castiel grew very quiet. Finally he said,

"You know about Dean."

"Yes," she said.

Moving her gently off his chest, Castiel rolled over, turning his back to her. Irene sidled up behind him and draped an arm around his waist while running her fingers through his hair. She hummed gently while his breathing slowed and he relaxed into her. After a few minutes, Castiel was asleep again and Irene was still humming. When she ran out of tunes to hum, her fingers slowly stopped moving, and she fell asleep as well.

When Irene awoke, it was light and there was a string of swears coming from the kitchen. She untangled herself from the bed sheets and wandered over to where a frustrated Castiel was trying to figure out the coffee machine.

"Morning," Irene greeted from the doorway.

Castiel jumped, dropping the coffee filters on the floor. Irene laughed silently and walked over to pick them up.

"I still don't understand what is so appealing about coffee," Castiel said as Irene put a filter in the machine.

"It's an acquired taste," she replied.

"I don't understand why one would wish to acquire it," he said.

Irene laughed as she finished putting the grounds in the filter and turned the machine on.

When she turned around to join Cas at the table, she found that he was right in front of her.

"I'm sorry about dinner," he said.

Irene stood on her tip toes, and accepted the apology with a kiss.