Fluff and smut with a appearance from the Winchester bros. yay!
Oh and the birthdate thing is your birthday minus a hundred years.
A few days later.
Great, just what I needed. The winchesters. Fan-fucking-tastic. I sigh and look around. Just an empty old warehouse.
"Look boys, I have to be places. I can't be here, as much as I'd love to stay and chat." They both glare.
"Doing what? Helping Lillith?" The moose, Sam asks. Oh for fucks sake.
"Lillith can fuck off, roll over and die. Frankly I want to stop her, cos if dear old Lucy comes back, my kind are screwed. Y'know, incubi, and succubi."
"You're a succubus! Then why shouldn't I kill you right now you whore!" Here we go.
"You seduce men and kill them. Why should we let you live?!" They shout in turn, lie after lie pouring from their mouths. I hate biblical, and demonic propaganda. It's fucking bullshit.
"BOYS!" I yell, shutting them up. "Ok, one, I have never killed a human. Two, I have had one night stands, but I never forced anything. Three, my kind hate any sort of abuse from a partner, and are all for equal rights for every one, and lastly condemn ANY manipulation within a relationship. Fourthly, I work for a relationship counsellor. Finally I, myself, am in a fully committed relationship. If you don't believe me, ask one of your feathered friends." I lecture, completely done with the situation.
"Fine. If you're so confident." Squirrel, Dean, says.
I stand there in the trap, looking at and cleaning my nails. I hear a flutter of feathers and look up. I see standing with the boys, Feathers.
'I really wish you would stop calling me that. I do have a name Y/n.'
'Don't lie, I know you love it really.'
'I never said I didn't. But I love hearing you say my name far more than Feathers.' Me and Cas communicate mentally, whilst he's stood next to the winchesters looking adorably confused.
"Sam, Dean, why am I here?"
"Her." Sam replies, the word dripping with venom.
"Ouch that hurt Sammy. I am deeply wounded." I say, sarcasm falling from every word.
"She is a succubus. Who just so happens to be my mate. Now tell me what she said." He states nonchalantly.
The boys look on in shock, jaws slack and eyes wide. Humans. I hear a click, and I rush to Cas side. I peck him on the cheek, and he pulls me close by my waist.
"What? You and her? She's a demon Cas!" Dean yells in shock.
"Yes Dean. She is my mate. Heaven is unfazed by our relationship, as all angels are mated to one of her kind. The only person who seems angry at all this is you." Dean glares at us both, hate filling his eyes.
"You even think about hurting him, and I'll kill you myself. Understand?" Dean hisses, scared of losing more of his family.
"Aye cap'n." I mock salute and throw him a smile. "Oh and just a heads up, you're going after Lilith all the wrong way. Sam that demon, Ruby is far from trustworthy, personally I wouldn't go near her with a ten mile pole, but hey, it's your head on the block, not mine. I'll see you later Cas, I have to get back to work before they suspect something." I kiss him, his hands pulling me close by the small of my back, and his tongue creeping into my mouth. I pull away. "Not in front of company Cas." I jokingly scold, before going back to the coffee shop and getting back to work.
Cas
Damn, I love her. However doing that it public wouldn't faze her. Why must she tease me so much?
"Cas, she hurts you, in any way, and I'll kill her." I pin Dean to the wall, roughly. I hear him groan as I knock all the air out of him. I am blazing with fury.
"You so much as scratch her, Dean Winchester, and I will throw you back into perdition, and make sure you can never get out. Have I made myself clear?" I growl, rage seeping from every word. I see him nod slightly. I let him go, and he stumbles, coughing for air. I look over at Sam. "The same applies to you Sam." He nods, and I flutter away.
Your POV
I type away at the computer, rewriting and saving all the info from my clients. Then there's a knock at the door.
"Come in." I say, and Sarah steps into view. She's perfectly human, happily married and is pregnant. Not that she knows of course.
"Y/n, there's a man asking for you at reception. A hot man." Cas, dammit.
"What's his name?"
"Castiel. Do you want me to bring him through?" I nod, turning back to the computer.
I barely flinch as he walks in, and sits down in front of me. I shut the door mentally, and face him. Fuck, he's gorgeous.
"And all yours. Y/n, I have to see you. Since we bonded, we've barely talked. Each of us is busy, but I still need to see you."
"Right now Cas? Please cant this wait?" I ask, desperate to get all this paperwork done.
"Yes. It had been too long since we were with one another. The bond will weaken the longer we're apart. So please let me see you." I make eye contact, about to say later, but I melt at his gaze. I sigh and put the laptop away, along with all the papers.
"Ok Cas. I have an idea. How about we ask each other questions, but we only have twenty."
"When is your birthday?"
"Ok, er, well that was unexpected. Ok so my birthday is the y/b/d 18(year)." I reply, happy that he understands the rules. "What is your favourite place?"
"England, more specifically the North. The rolling hills and valleys never change, but they always seem different every time I visit. What is your favourite place?"
We both play this game for a while, then we're both onto our last questions. What do I ask him? I know.
"What colour are you wings, Feathers?" I ask, a smirk on my face. That soon falls when Cas becomes fidgety and nervous. "Cas, are you alright?"
"Yes, it's just, well, y/n I." He sighs, and looks at me. "My wings are
A manifestation of my grace, they are extremely intimate. It has been a small eternity since anyone properly saw them. They aren't in their peak condition, and showing you them, my mate, binds us completely. I can't show you them, unless you truly are committed. Do you understand?" I stare back at him.
That is huge. Am I ready to take that jump? Can I truly commit, or was this avoidance out of fear?
I mull over all the facts and feelings.
"Yes, and I am ready to do that Castiel, if you are." He stands up, and backs away from my desk. His eyes close and a look of concentration appears on his face. I squeeze my eyes shut.
A white light pierces my eyelids and after It fades, I tentatively open them. My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen.
"Cas, I. I can't, I mean. Cas, they're exquisite. Beautiful. They're you." I say, completely stunned at the beautiful sight before me. I stare at the wings in front of me, the feathers mesmerising me.
The wings are large, and are in the shape of a white tailed Eagle's. All the feathers are dark brown, with black tips. Except for the primary and secondary feathers, which are completely black. All of them shimmer slightly, changing the shades and hues on each feather.
"Y/n, they are far from that. They are damaged scarred and unkempt. I need to groom them properly, and I had hoped you wouldn't see them like this. I am truly," I cut him off by hurdling my desk and pulling him too me in a rib crushing hug.
"Stop making excuses. They are nothing less than exquisite." I reply whole heartedly. I feel him hug back, his wings joining in the action.
"Thank you." He replies simply. "My last question is why me?"
"You're Castiel. The awkward, adorable, cute, and super hot angel of the Lord, who kicks ass and is loyal to the end. Why wouldn't it be you?" I answer and our hug gets tighter.
I pull away and sigh.
"Well Cassie, I must get back to work. These papers won't type themselves." I turn to get back to my paperwork, but get interrupted.
"I don't understand. Why don't you just will it done? It would be far more efficient?" I shake my head.
"Cas, I get paid for this. Today is my paperwork day. If I start slacking off, I'll lose my job, my home and my internet. I can't have that. Hence why I'm doing it the human way. Honestly you Angels have no idea." I reply smiling at my adorable, clueless, and hot as hell commitment.
"Y/n, I am an angel of the Lord. How does perdition have anything to do with my physical traits?" I chuckle, and it soon turns into full blown laughter.
"Oh Castiel. That isn't what that means." I manage to say through my laughter. I look at him, his confused smirking face. "It's a saying for when you find someone attractive. But speaking from experience, it doesn't do you any justice." I reply happy to see his smirk.
I make eye intact and notice the unmistakeable trace of lust. Those eyes could actually make me religious.
"I'm glad to hear that. However right now, I would much rather prefer something else." He says, stalking towards me.
If we weren't mated I could swear he was here to smite me. "I would never allow that to happen. You are mine, and I will protect you as such." At this point my back is pressed against the wall, and his chest is brushing mine.
Within an instant, my legs are round his hips, his mouth on mine, his hands on my chest. My hands are running through his hair. He takes my arms and guides them down his back, to brush his wings. More specifically the fluffy, downy feathers at their base. His moans and growls tell me all I need to know.
I grip them tightly, carding my fingers through them. His hands continually buck, and stutter against mine. I react back.
His hands move to my shirt, but I stop him. I meet his eyes, blue pierced by the black of his pupils. He frowns at me in confusion.
"We don't have time for that Cas. Just lower halves." He gets the picture, immediately getting rid of my skirt, and any other offending materials.
Without any warning, he begins mercilessly stimulating my clit. I stifle my moans behind closed lips, squirming to gain more friction.
Cas soon has had enough.
His trousers and boxers soon disappear. He thrusts into me and I bite my lip, drawing blood to stop the moans. He notices. Healing me, and pressing his hand over my mouth to help.
"Must you be so loud?" He whispers into my ear. I nod furiously. He groans as my walls flutter around him.
My head rolls back hitting the wall with a dull thud.
Our heaving, panting breaths, my back hitting the wall and the occasional grunt, along with the sound of skin on skin are the only sounds in the room.
Cas comes first, his wings flapping furiously as he does. I follow soon after, my fingers gripping tight to the base of his wings.
Not long after our sweat coated bodies, messed up hair and panting breaths begin to calm down. My hands fall into his back, wings gone from this plane. I already miss the soft feathers, but I'm sure I'll see them again.
Our intimacy makes us forget where we are, and out post sex cuddling gets a unexpected interruption.
My oak, office door opens, and Susan wanders in. She is distracted by papers in her hand and is muttering something about paperwork.
Cas looks at me, his face covered in shock. He is mortified. I too am shocked, but that soon fades.
'Cas calm down. It's ok. She won't tell anyone, it's fine.'
'Y/n, I am uncomfortable with this. Please let's get off each other before she notices.'
The mortification is echoed in his thoughts. I go to comfort him, and calm him once again, but get interrupted. By Susan.
We hear a loud gasp, and the tension in the air becomes thick.
Cas closes his eyes and breathes in and out deeply. He leans his arms against the abused wall, and sighs
I on the other hand are completely nonchalant and couldn't care less. I look over his shoulder, stroking his back in a soothing manner, and smile at Susan.
"He's your..."
"Yes he is Susan. Listen please don't tell anyone that this happened, especially not at work. I would really appreciate it." I ask gently. She vigorously nods, before swiftly leaving the room and closing the door.
Once she's left, Cas begins to lecture me. I chuckle and he stops abruptly, bewildered by my reaction.
"Y/n, what is so funny?! I am confused and embarrassed, please stop mocking me." I look at him, and stroke his cheek.
"Oh Feathers, I could never mock you. Susan's face on the other hand, well that's a completely different story." Cas squints, adorably. Before unwrapping my legs and letting me down.
A couple of minutes later and our clothes are intact, and in place once again. If a little crumpled. I fix my hair, and go to touch up my make up, but Cas stops me.
"Y/n, you have no need for make up. You are perfectly beautiful as you are." I smile at him, shyly.
"It makes me feel more confident. I mean being a succubus is great and all, but half the time men look at me like I'm nothing more than an object to them. If I have a mask to help me hide behind I feel safer, happier and more confident. Thank you nonetheless though Cas. Knowing that helps."
He walks over to me, pulling me tight to his chest.
"If anyone ever makes you feel like that, pray for me and I will come. I won't stop you from wearing it if it helps, but know that I am here if you need me."
"Thank you Castiel." I pull away, and peck him on the lips. "Now shoo, this paperwork won't fill itself in." I say, pushing him towards the door. He manages to kiss me one more time before leaving.
I return to my paperwork, happy and contented.
