Hey, guys it's me again. Well, guess what? This story is now becoming M. Since so many of you want me to do that I did it. But no sex for a few chapters but it's going to get hot. So just enjoy and No questions for today! So just comment if you want and if any suggestions please give them to me!

"What the hell are those?!"

He turned to me and then looked at his back.

"What are you talking about, all I did was trying a new coat, do you think it looks bad?"

"No, No that looks great, I meant the flapping silvery things on your back?"

His eyes about popped out of his head.

"Wait you can see them?"

"Yeah, they're kind of hard not to miss."

I walked up and got a closer look at them.

"Are these your wings?" I marveled.

He blushed a little and I smiled.

"Yeah, they are."

I gazed at the beautiful creation of god. I reached my hand out to touch but I stopped. It may be rude to touch an angel's wing without permission.

"May I touch them?"
"Uh yes but they are really... mmm." He hummed as I lightly brushed his wings.

"Sensitive."

I smiled.

"So if I do this." I said stroking his wings harder.

"MMmmmmmm."

"You get pleasure out of it?"

I let go of his wing and he gasped.

"Yeah, you can say that."

I gave him a deviant smile.

"I will have to keep a mental note of that." I winked.

He smiled back.

"I'll keep you to it." He said winking.

I think my cheeks turned a bright pink. I sat down at the island and watched as he made homemade pancakes. When he finished he set them down in front of me and watched me eat.

"So what do you want to do today?" he asked me.

"I don't know there really isn't much we can do, dad has restricted me to the house."

He laughed and I looked at him like he was crazy.

"When has that ever stopped you before?"

I smiled a little and stood up.

"Yeah, like never, how about this there is this little town a few miles from here, Christmas is coming up and I have heard that the place is all decked up for Christmas and it's supposed to be beautiful."

He smiled at my joy; his fascination of humans has always intrigued me. Or maybe he smiled because he knew my favorite holiday has always been Christmas unlike my dad who personally liked Thanksgiving because he gets his own pie and a huge case of beer.

"Well, hurry up and we will go."

I smiled and got up. I hobbled to my room and grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a blue shirt with silver snowflakes on it. I pulled on one of my boots and hobbled back out of my room.

"So are we taking your car or mine?" I asked.

He started to laugh and I snickered.

"You trust me to drive us somewhere?" he laughed.

"Sorry, I forgot you suck at driving, I'll drive with my good leg."

We both headed out the door and out to my black 1971 Chevy Monte Carlo. It took us ten minutes to get into town and for Castiel to gawk at the city. He made me circle the whole town twice. When he finally let me park he ran out again and took in the sights. I struggled out of the car while Castiel kept on gawking at the decorations and everything else. When I finally got out Castiel realized I was here.

"Samantha isn't this all amazing," he asked with so much joy in his voice.

I nodded and I grabbed his hand.

"So are we going to go shop?"

"Yeah, ooo let's go to that store."

He dragged me over to a store with a huge wreath on the door. When we walked in and I heard the sounds of kids laughter and trains going around in circles. I noticed that we had just walked into a toy store. But this wasn't just any toy store this was one of those old fashioned toy stories filled with wooden toys and hand stitched bears. I smiled when I saw the small children playing with the toys and then I saw Castiel playing with a small wooden train on the floor. I giggled when he started making train noises and drove the train into my shoe.

"Are you having fun?" I teased.

He blushed a little as he got off the floor.

"Sorry I was fascinated with the craftsman ship of the toy."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah craftsman ship."

We walked around the store for a bit. When he was distracted, talking to a kid about god, I bought him the little toy train. We finally walked out after he finished preaching the word of god. We walked down the sidewalk for a while looking at the shops and restaurants. We finally decided we would stop and eat for a while. It was a really nice soup place that served some of the best chicken soup ever. When we were walking out I looked up and noticed there was a little plat hanging over our heads.

"Look what we just walked under?"

He looked up and I smiled.

"Uhm a piece of plant tied to the ceiling?"

I took both of his hands and laughed.

"No, this is mistletoe."

"What?"

"Mistletoe, there is a Christmas tradition where if you are standing under the mistletoe with someone else you get to kiss them."

He smiled shyly and giggled. He took one of his hands away from mine and he grabbed my face.

"You mean like this?"

He then lightly put his lips on mine. He pulled away and snickered.

"Or like this?"

He pulled me in hard, devouring every part of my mouth he could reach. I had no complaints I kissed back with just as much passion. He then started pulling at my lip. I opened my mouth for him and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and start to explore every crevice. We finally pulled away.

"Do you want to go home?" he asked a twinge of lust in his voice.

"Oh definitely."

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the car and I smiled thinking of what was going to happen.