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Chapter Two

Flying in an aeroplane is an uncomfortable feeling to an angel, who is more accustomed to the freedom of flight under their own steam. I am no exception to the rule. The confines of the aeroplane felt just that - confined. And to spend so much time in such a space with so much humanity was ... uncomfortable also. I barely understood why humans put up with it, let alone an angel. Still, I guess now was not the time to get sniffy about circumstances, especially when I had to tap Dean constantly upon his forehead to keep him asleep during the flight.

If I was merely uncomfortable, then Dean was in terror of the flight. I was doing this for his benefit as much as for mine. The constant humming was starting to get on my nerves, or what I could remember of them.

I all but rushed off the plane when we reached the destination, with Dean following more groggily in my wake, and an amused Sam following in his wake.

"The angel is afraid of flying!" Sam chanted behind me.

"I am not. I will smite you if you dare say that again, Sam Winchester!" I said, stiffly. "It's the humans.... some of them smell, Sam!"

Sam laughed at that, but didn't respond. I think privately he agreed with my observation, and that mollified me a little.

I turned away so as to hide my smile, while Dean yawned hugely beside me. I gestured for the two Winchesters to follow me, for I knew that we did not have long before the steamboat left, to sail down the Congo. I knew that we had to be on that boat for we were heading in the direction that Bobby had gone in. If we missed it, then we missed the chance of finding Bobby and trying to find out what the hell was going on.

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We caught the steamboat with ease, and travelled through the remainder of the day, and well into the night. As an angel, I did not need sleep, but still retired to my room, when Sam and Dean turned in for their night's rest, preferring solitude right then, for much needed contemplation.

I was happy to find Castiel waiting for me in there, and I all but flew into his arms, wrapping my arms around him and planting a soft but hungry kiss upon his lips. Castiel responded, just as hungrily, wrapping both arms and wings around me in a comforting embrace, and I felt peace steal over me, at Castiel's mere touch, his presence.

The kiss ended and I found myself staring into those guileless blue depths of his eyes, almost shyly.

"What are you doing here, Cas?" I asked him, quietly.

"Do you want me to leave?" the angel, my angel asked me, brow furrowed in confusion, head cocked to one side as he regarded me intently.

I reacted with horror at his words, before saying - "No, I want you to stay with me. I just did not expect to find you here!"

"You will need my help in time to come, I think," he said, quietly, intently. "As will Dean and Sam. I am here to offer my services, to all of you."

"How much service are you willing to offer me, Cas?" I couldn't help but ask, an impish smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Castiel looked at me, then started to smile back at me, when he realized what I'd meant.

"I am at your full service, Shekinah, for as long as you want me!" he said, bowing his head slightly at me and a slight smile lifting the corners of his lips.

"And I do want you - for as long as the world might remain!" I said, in pleasure, before I leant in to kiss his soft lips once again, threading my fingers through his soft hair, as he leant into me, warm body pressed against mine.

I lost myself to that kiss, to Castiel himself, feeling all shadows chased away, the whole world itself was washed away on waves of desire that only Castiel could invoke in me. I gave myself up to him fully, now not even sure where Shekinah ended and Castiel started, our bond was that strong and complete and unbreakable. Castiel took control of both me and the situation, walking me gently over to the bed, sending thoughts of pure love and desire into me through our link, and I felt blessed by them.

I helped him to undress, and if he noticed my hands were shaking slightly he said not a word, merely closed his eyes against the hands I ran over his body, full lips puckered slightly in a small smile. I loved the feel of him beneath my hands, of the feelings I picked up from him whenever I touched him, and I tightened in response to his reactions, to Castiel himself.

Castiel opened his eyes to stare at me with a puppy dog like innocence in his wide blue eyes and with that I was gone. I could not resist him when he looked at me that way, and I inhaled sharply when he ran hands over me, sliding my top over my head, swiftly followed by the rest of my clothes. He paid no attention to where they fell, just let them slide to the floor beside us.

He guided me onto the bed behind me, and I went willingly. He nudged my legs a little wider, as he settled himself between them, before he leant down to nuzzle my neck, teeth nipping gently at the skin there. I moaned in pleasure at the contact, leaning into him and closing my eyes, breathing in all the scents that made up Castiel. I cried out when he thrust himself roughly into me, my true form leaking out slightly and lighting the room around us, as I wrapped legs around him, as he continued to thrust into me. I opened my eyes, bathing in the beauty of Castiel, as his true form joined mine, wings caressing each other's bodies, as I rose up to meet each of Castiel's thrusts.

Castiel's eyes shone a brighter blue, lips half parted and swollen from kissing, as he continued to thrust into me roughly, pushing me hard, because he knew I could take it now, knew I liked it as much as he did.

I could feel my climax starting to build within me, before I came, crying out for Castiel in Aramaic, tightening around him as he continued to thrust into me, harder now. I could feel him coming closer to his own climax, could feel him starting to lose control, before he climaxed, burying his release inside me, pushing his climax into me through the link that we shared, as he whimpered out my name. I lost myself to a second screaming climax, before we lay in each other's arms, breathing heavy, sweaty, but satisfied. Our true forms slowly retreated back into our vessels, but our wings remained entwined, as did our bodies.

Cas kissed me gently and I responded, leaning into him, letting him in when he licked my lips with his tongue, tongues dancing amid soft murmurs of love. We stayed like that until the dawn broke in the skies outside, heralding a new day - a day when all hell broke loose, or so it would seem later that afternoon...

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