Part Two
One of the times she met her angel was slightly different, if not a bit unexpected.
Tracey had just gotten into the shower after a long day, clothes discarded on the floor. She sighed as the hot water flowed over her when suddenly someone appeared next to her with a quiet flutter of wings.
A low, strangely familiar voice resonated behind her. "Hello Tracey."
She jolted, gripping the shower head. She turned to see a tall woman with the same thick dark hair as Castiel and the same striking blue eyes. She covered herself with the shower curtain. "What the hell- Castiel? Cas, what- what even?" She looked him – her? – up and down in confusion and panic.
"My vessel… was hit with a hex. I'm currently trying to find a way to change it back." The water from the shower was hitting her, soaking her clothes through to reveal soft curves. Castiel looked sheepish.
"…Oh. Um. Okay," Tracey looked her up and down, still covered with the shower curtain. She couldn't help but admire the female form before her. Castiel was just as beautiful as she was in the male form. "I… is there something I can do?"
Castiel shook her head. "Not that I am aware of. It's just strange. Everything feels different in this body." She tilted her head slightly, looking at the wet Tracey. "Am I interrupting something?" She reached forward and stroked Tracey's hair slowly before pressing a kiss to her lips.
Tracey kissed back softly, slowly dropping the shower curtain. "Well, no. Y-you can stay if you want."
"Good. I enjoy the way you look when you're wet." Castiel looked at her, fascinated. "Being wet suits you." She kissed her a little more deeply and within a second her clothes were gone and they were pressed together with nothing in between them.
"Does the change in vessel bother you?"
Tracey shook her head, still admiring Castiel.
"I'm not entirely sure how we would go about having intercourse while I'm in this body. I suppose we can figure it out." With that she ran her hands over Tracey's body, savoring the feel of soft, warm curves under her hands as they stood together under the falling water. She kissed down her body, sucking gently on each breast just enough to make Tracey shiver and sigh for her. Castiel slid her hands between Tracey's thighs a little experimentally, watching her reactions before kneeling down in front of her and opening her legs.
Tracey leaned against the wall to support herself, breathing fast in anticipation and watched as Castiel opened her thighs just enough to lick between them, blue eyes locked on Tracey to gauge her reactions.
Tracey couldn't hold back a moan as Castiel ran her tongue over her clit slowly, licking and sucking just enough to make Tracey's knees go weak. She kept sucking on her clit and ran her fingers back between her folds, pushing one finger gently up into her entrance. "Does that feel okay?"
Tracey nodded, barely able to speak. "Fuck please don't stop please-"
Castiel kept going, sucking and licking and fingering until Tracey cried out in pleasure, gripping her hair and orgasmed for her.
This kept up for hours until the water lost its heat, but neither of them cared. Nothing else in the world mattered except for where they were: tangled together in the shower, making each other moan and beg in ways neither of them had even thought about until now.