Sorry, this one is a bit short. enjoy and please review. :)
Feona blinked and they landed in soft grass with moonlight pouring down on them. She groaned as her knees gave out and she collapsed in a heap, dragging the angel to his knees beside her. She put the heel of one hand to her throbbing forehead, the other still being held by Cas. He touched two fingers to her face and the pain vanished. Feona leaned against his shoulder and sighed with relief.
"Thank you. Did you know you smell like cinnamon mixed with watermelon?"
Cas looked down at the redheaded woman leaning against him. He remembered how she had shown such defiance when they had first met. How she hadn't complained. Not once. He tenderly placed a finger under Feona's chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. "Cinnamon and watermelon?" He affectionately asked as he leaned forward and gently kissed her brow, then placed a gentle questioning kiss on her lips. Feona ran her free hand through Cas thick, black hair and pulled him into a deeper kiss. When at length, they came up for air; they touched foreheads and smiled.
"That was nice." Cas said. "That must be why Dean seems to enjoy it so much."
Feona smiled, then her eyes opened in horror. "Dean! We forgot about Sam and Dean! They could be hurt or dead!"
"No, they're alive. I can hear Dean calling me." Cas slowly stood up and drew Feona up with him. In the time it took her to blink, they were standing in the glow of the impala's headlights. As Dean called for Cas again, Feona cleared her throat.
Dean spun around, "Dammit, Cas, where did you take her? I've been calling for an hour. Sammy's in the back seat with a broken arm. Can you fix him up for me?"
Feona blushed a deep crimson as Cas let go of her hand and walked around the car to the back door. Sam sat slumped against the door with the window down, cradling his arm. Cas reached inside and touched Sam's useless arm. Sam hissed in pain as it healed instantly. Dean watched to make sure his brother was okay then turned back to Feona.
"Why are you blushing? Did you two...?" Dean waved his finger between the returning Cas and her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Feona blushed an even deeper red and Dean laughed.
"Cas, is there anyway to keep the demon's from finding her and us?" Sam said as he unfolded his tall frame from the back seat and leaned on the door.
"You already know how well hex bags work." Cas said resignedly.
"Well that's just great." Dean huffed.
"Feona do you remember anything about how you got here? How the gate opened?" Sam asked with a frown.
"I heard somebody talking, the hole opened and somebody grabbed me behind and threw me in. so, no. I was just walking home. Why would they grab me?"
"You were an easy target." Sam said. "How do we open it from this side?"
" I know how. You need a very powerful, old witch to do it, and some other things." Cas broke in.
"If it's so easy, why haven't the demons done it before? Or the angels?" Dean demanded.
"Because all the angels don't have this knowledge, only I do. What I lack is the ability to cast it!" Cas said angrily. "Its going to take some time to find this particular witch and gather these items. I suggest you take her to Bobby's." He gently kissed Feona's forehead then popped away with a flutter of wings.
"He's right, Dean. Let's go." Sam said as he climbed in the passenger seat.
"We should make one stop on the way and get you one of these," Dean said as he pulled the collar of his shirt down to reveal a tattoo. "It's an anti possession charm. So at least you won't have to worry about that."
Feona shrugged in the back seat. "Whatever will help. Can I choose where it goes though?"
Dean smiled and closed the door. This girl was gonna be all right.