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"Will..." Sam began as the three of them took the seats at the trashy diner, Dean ducked his head behind the menu, trying to stay out of the argument which always ended the same. "You should eat," he carried on while Willow tensed her jaw but that was the only sign she gave that she was paying attention in the slightest.
"Tell her Dean," Sam said with an exasperated sigh when he realised Willow was ignoring him.
"I'm not getting involved," Dean mumbled under his breath, trying to bury his head deeper into the menu while Sam carried on.
"How can you hunt if you don't eat properly? Come on Willow help us out here, we can get you help you just have to let us."
"I don't need help," she snapped, her voice barely over a whisper as she hissed at him across the table, "I do not have an eating disorder. I do not like eating things I haven't made myself because anyone could have put anything in it. Thinking as you're a hunter too you'd be a bit more concerned about that too."
"But Willow," began Sam, but Willow cut over him, rolling her eyes before turning away from him.
"I do not have an eating disorder. Leave it for the love of god."
Willow was almost waiting for Sams retort – he always did this every time they went on a hunt together – in their line of business was it really stupid to be worried about someone poisoning your food?
"He has got a point though," Castiels husky voice jerked her to her senses, "You are awfully small."
Willow jumped around and looked at Castiel with wide and surprised eyes and tried anything in her mind to stop her from thinking about the last time she saw Castiel. The way her lips fitted around his, the way his hands felt on her skin, the way he moaned her name under his breath.
But she has to stop, she had to think about something else.
"Bite me angel boy," Willow snapped and for almost a second Willow could have sworn that she saw a small smile spread across his face as he looked at her, his bottomless blue eyes staring into her green ones. Willow absent mindedly bowed her head and tucked one of the many loose strands of hair behind her ear, and to her surprise when she looked back up Castiel was sitting on the seat next to Sam.
From the corner of her eye she saw Sam and Dean exchange a unsurprised look which made her want to slap the pair of them, but instead she found herself rooted to the spot as soon as her eyes connected with Castiels again, unable to pull away.
"I'll eat later," Willow mumbled under her breath, pulling out of the bubble that she felt was created when she met Castiels eyes – that the world was a thousand miles away.
"We have to get more clothes and stuff first before we leave for Bobbys," Sam raised his eyebrows, "you haven't eaten since lunchtime yesterday."
"Do you not understand what 'I am fine' means Sammy. Honestly, I'll manage," Willow sighed rubbing her eyes, waiting for more protests to start which always happened – Sammy cared too much, Willow thought, but she didn't have a problem.
"I'll take you to the motel, you can make something there?" Castiel asked, his voice husky as he kept his eyes on the ceiling above them, Willow noticed with a smirk, not daring to meet any of their eyes.
"That alright with you Will?" Dean asked, cocking his head.
"Yeah," Willow tried to say as impassively as she could, as she felt her insides bubble in excitement as the thought of being totally alone with Castiel for what could be the whole day – the possibilities are endless.
Castiel extended his hand above the table and without thinking about it, Willow put her arm on his and they disappeared.

It had been an hour that Willow and Castiel had been alone together and Willow still felt the excitement and nervousness bubbling in her stomach as she stepped out of the bath, taking a deep breath in as she looked in the full length mirror. She could smell the food cooking on the other side of the door, and after Castiel assured her he knew how to make a few human things she left him too it, and although her stomach was rumbling she was more worried about the pieces of white lace in her hand.
Once she'd slipped it on she looked in the full length mirror distrustfully as she surveyed her body, she was wearing an all in one white lace camisole top and small lacy knickers and she was already dreading opening the door. It wasn't that she didn't want Castiel – she was pretty sure he wanted her too. But she didn't want to be all that it was, mindless sex which cured Castiels cravings to be loved and touched, which was something he was denied his whole life up until now.
As Willow opened the door she felt her heard race while she stood in the middle of the motel room while she watched Castiel work in the kitchen, his lean body pressed against the countertop, surprisingly his trench coat and shoes were off on the floor and as he turned around holding a cup of tea, his mouth popped into a surprised 'O' shape, in a flash the tea was on the kitchen table and Willow was lying flat on her back on the bed with Castiel on top of her, cupping his face softly in his hand.
"You look amazing," he mumbled as he kissed her on her lips – the awkwardness and hesitancy which Willow always expected when she kissed him, instead it was burning passion and desire. She couldn't help but to moan into his mouth as he kissed her, his hands snaking up her sides as they bunched into fists around the white lace, "and this," he moaned as Willow began to kiss his jawline, "looks very very appealing."
Willow smiled as her lips connected with Castiels again, "I aim to impress," she smiled as they pulled away for a second, and when their lips met again she was surprised, the urgency and demanding which was usually there when Castiel kissed her was gone and was instead replaced with soft kissed which melted her heart.
"You always do," he said huskily, before removing his arms from around her waist and pulling himself upright as he sat on the end of his bed with his hands sitting dejectedly in his lap.
After a second of silence, Willow uprighted herself and moved next to Castiel, placing a quick kiss on his check before pulling her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them as she spoke.
"What's the matter. I'm sorry if it's something I did Cas."
"Willow," he began, before looking at her softly and smiling weakly, emotions sliding onto his face now more than ever, "I don't understand these feelings but I... I like you. I think I love you."
Silence ensued for a few more seconds after that and it took everything in Willows power to not jump over and kiss him right there and then, "I think I might love you too Cas," Willow admitted quietly, "I'm not going to lie, after the first time I thought you just wanted to...' she carried off, creating awkward hand gestures between them as she blushed, the tips of her ears going scarlet.
"I was just scared, humans are so fragile and I thought every time I saw you could be your last," he admitted quietly, his head glued to the floor.
Willow moved slowly and sat on Castiels laps, almost breaking into song when Castiels arms automatically fitted comfortably around her waist as he held her close. She tilted his head up and planted a small kiss on his lips, "I'm not going anywhere Castiel, my cloud hopper. Hell – you wont get rid of me that easily," she grinned, earning a small smile from Castiel who chucked when Sam and Dean opened the door causing Dean to groan and Sam to let out a small noise of satisfaction.
"I told you so Dean," Sam gloated as Dean passed him a ten dollar bill.
"Yeah but Will – mans a dammed angel."

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