/ Here we are chapter 2, prepare for some sexy times ahead.

"Ah! Just leave it alone!" She cried gripping Castiels blood soaked wrist. The moment he could he got her back to the men of letters base to heal her wounds. The old house where they had been interrogating the Angel was not too far from there, the Winchesters could make their own way back. In order to heal her he would have to first of all remove the splinters of iron that were imbedded in her open wounds. Iron was poisonous to Grainne and her kind alike. "I have to take them out or they will kill you" he said his voice breaking as he looked at her terrible condition. He had found medical tools that he was using to try and retract the small splinters of iron that were stopping the healing process. The floor beneath them was covered in her blood, crimson drops and crimson puddles everywhere. He was angry, so very angry that this had been done to her… Guilt hit him again, it was done to her because of her association to him. She was an abomination to his kind, an evil to be vanquished but he knew different. She was trying to breathe through the pain, her bloodied teeth gritted together as he dug the utensil into the torn flesh of her torso to remove the offending pieces of iron. It took nearly 45 minutes for him to painstakingly remove every piece of metal from her flesh but he did. Using his angelic powers he held his hands over her body watching as her delicate ivory skin returned to its former glory now just a handful of stray scars remaining.

When he was done healing her she gasped a clean mouthful of air as if she could finally breathe for the first time. She sat up straight on the now destroyed couch in the bunker her eyes looking over her smooth skin. He didn't rush her, she needed a minute. Truth be told he needed a minute. He mourned this woman, he mourned her to this day in his own way. It was cruel for his family to keep this from him… He knew their relationship had been far from conventional and that technically it was against the rules but this level of savagery should not exist amongst angels. He couldn't stop looking at her, he felt like if he looked away from her for even a moment that she would disappear. Another very human fear for an angel to have… He was so lost in his own mind he didn't even register her moving until she went to stand up. He gripped her slender wrists shaking his head "you… you really need to rest." She smiled at him, even in her dishevelled state he could refuse her nothing when she flashed him that smile. "Castiel, you healed me, there isn't a mark on me. I need to clean up I had always hoped I would be in better physical condition when we reunited." She said softly her hand moving to stroke his cheek, he leaned his face into her hand feeling like he had entered the most marvellous dream. "I am not made of glass, you don't have to treat me like I am." She said as his hands reached up to cup her face leaning his head forward he slowly touched his forehead to hers breathing in her comforting and familiar scent. "I am so sorry Grainne, this is all my fault." He whispered the guilt evident in every syllable of every word. She shook her head patting his cheek "this was not because of you. Never feel guilty for what we have you silly man." She whispered a hint of a smile curving on her lips. He smiled lightly, a sincere smile. Something that was rare for the angel. "Now riddle me this angel boy, are you going to let me clean up or are you going to wrap me in cotton wool like a wee dolly?" she smirked. He laughed lightly, she always knew what to say. She was gifted at it. "I would like to wrap you up and hide you from the world but instead I will just show you the wonders of the modern world."

He led her to the bathroom where he introduced her to the shower "this, is a shower. One of humanities smarter inventions." She looked at the alien object like it was about to attack at any moment. When he switched it on she could hardly believe it, what a wonderful piece of art! She put her hand under it and gasped "it's warm!" she exclaimed jovially. "Well uh, you can take it from here I will be just outside." He said in his usual awkward tone slowly exiting the bathroom. It dawned on him that she had nothing to wear, he couldn't expect her to put on that raggedy old rag that was once a dress. He went to Dean's room and took a shirt and some boxers from his closet, it would have to do until he could leave and get her something more appropriate. He made his way back into the bathroom unable to see anything but her feminine silhouette from behind the shower curtain. "Um… We have no ladies clothes here so I just left you… some stuff" he said trying his best not to get distracted by the slender shape of her body from behind that curtain. He felt a certain level of shame, she had been through an ordeal he should not be having these seriously impure thoughts… "Oh, thank you! I will be out in a moment!" She called over the noise of the running water. He merely nodded and made his way back outside.

He sat stiffly on one of the couches waiting on her to come out, he found himself straightening his signature blue tie, ensuring there were no creases on the collar of his trench coat… Its not like Grainne cared about his appearance, he could have been sitting there in rags and she wouldn't have batted an eye. As the door creaked open he tried his best to not turn into a hormone riddled teenage human boy, it was proving to be difficult. There she stood in a grey shirt that went just below her creamy thighs, thank goodness he thought to give her in a pair of boxer shorts or he would have completely lost his will to live. Now she was no longer caked in blood it was easy to see her beauty, her fiery damp red locks fell to her waist in a mass of loose curls that framed her slender face perfectly. Her plump rose tinted lips turned up into a small smile her bright icy blue eyes shining at him, he wouldn't class himself as a man if he didn't feel attracted to this woman. She made her way over to him taking a seat next to him on the couch. "You look… Much better…" he said trying to not be a total sleaze. She smiled taking his hand "well that is thanks to you" she whispered her voice slightly hoarse from all her screaming earlier. The silence was a comfortable one, it was like they were both just drinking in the fact they were together once more. He felt the couch move as she shifted closer to him "so, now I am no longer sticky and gross are you going to kiss me? Or are you back to not breaking angel rules?" she asked, he had to laugh. Oh how much he had to tell her, how many rules he had broken since she left. It was laughable. It's not like he never kissed her before, she was the love of his life he has kissed her plenty, he was merely afraid. Afraid the spark would no longer be there when they kissed, afraid she would decide she didn't actually love him. He wouldn't be able to handle that. Clearly he went off into his own mind because next thing he knew her hands were around his tie and she was pulling him towards her causing their lips to collide in magnificent fashion.

She tasted just as he remembered, sweet and exotic… She was still his greatest addiction and he could not resist pulling her body closer to him, the kiss was sweet and tender but it was slowly becoming deeper… More passionate. When the tip of her tongue ghosted over his bottom lip a guttural groan from deep in his throat escaped as he tugged her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her fingers knotted into his hair as his hands squeezed the luscious sides of her ivory thighs. Their tongues danced together perfectly, their chests pressed as tight as they could together… She bucked her hips against his causing another groan to leave his lips. She was clearly having a profound effect on him because his pants were becoming tighter and tighter by the second. Every time she ground against his erection they both whimpered desperately into each other's mouths. Her nimble fingers left his hair to work on the buttons of his shirt, suddenly he halted her grabbing her by the wrists. "Wh-what am I doing? You are trying to recover from a lifetime of torture and I do this? I am so sorry Gr-" He could not finish his sentence because her finger had gone to his lips silencing him instantly "if I did not want this we would not be doing this, but if you stop now. Leaving me all worked up like this. We are going to have a problem" she whispered pulling his face back to hers. He could not resist her, she was his own personal siren. She would surely be the death of him. Slowly getting his confidence back with the female anatomy he slipped his hands up her thighs to grip her plump ass tightly as she resumed her painful torturous grinding against him. Those small whimpers she was breathing into his mouth were almost too much for him to bear. This time when she undid his shirt buttons he let her, his muscles trembled underneath her touch as she ran her hands down his body. Oh how she had missed the noises this man makes in these moments. They were both working themselves into a frustrated climax with all their heavy petting and grinding. Hips becoming more urgent, groans becoming louder… "mmm… Oh, Cas what are you doing to me!" she groaned her ever impending climax drawing closer… He couldn't help but think if it was this good now what was it going to be like when he was actually inside her. An angel should not think of such things but she brought the devil out in him. They were both moments away from what could only be an ear splitting climax when… "Cas?! Cas are you in here?!" The familiar voice of Dean rang out. They both froze in their positions "no…" Cas grumbled in frustration under his breath as Grainne scrambled off him swiftly. "Not to worry sweetheart, tonight we will make up for it… All night long… We have a lot of catching up to do."

/ Damn those cock blocker Winchesters! Fear not, in the next chapter Cas and Grainne discover the wonderful new world of sexting. Stay tuned lads and lassies, until tomorrow! [or tonight because you know, procrastination is my life partner.]