Bobby stirred awake. His dreams were bleak and dim, messed into a haze of nothingness. Opening his eyes, he looked to find himself still at his desk. "Damn…" His back was going to kill him for a good few hours. Raising a hand, he reached to pull off his hat to find it gone, his finger meeting nothing but his forehead. Pushing to sit up, popping his spine as he did, he felt something fall down along his back. A blanket was resting behind him, bundled at his hip. He frowned at that, he didn't remember putting that on.
As his senses started to wake, his nose tingled with a smell he hasn't found in his home in years. Raising a brow, he took a deep breath, letting a shiver go up his spine. Bacon, the mouth watering smell of beef was whiffing along the lazy morning air. Grabbing his hat, he slipped it back on as he stood, making his way to the connection doors that laid closed to the kitchen. Was Dean cooking? This early? He reached to the door and a sound stopped him, his heart giving a painful squeeze. Someone was humming, a soft gentle tune.
Flash backs hit him, memories swimming in his brain that he suddenly felt rooted to the ground. He couldn't move, a part out of fear of what was behind this door but more so of seer stupid hope. God, how many more times was he going to go through this? How many more times is he going to walk by the kitchen and try to not picture her, smiling so sweetly at him as she cooked. His beautiful Karen, so full of life, of patience for him…
With a sneer on his lip, mostly aimed at himself. He took the door by the handles and threw them open, refusing to let his heart feel that one ping of hope, that jolt of love he once had. Looking in, his jaw dropped when he spotted the person behind the noise and smell. Jaz turned to him, her hair pulled up into a messy bun that locks of her hair were falling out. In her hands, she held a plate of fresh baked bacon, steam dancing up into the air. She beamed a smile to him, "Good morning Bobby." Turning to the side, she placed the plate onto a decorated table that left him speechless. White plates littered every spot, filled with food he knew for a FACT was not in his kitchen. Pancakes, waffles, bacon and ham, sides of oatmeal, cinnamon rolls and eggs, both scrambled and fried. Hands on her hips, Jaz looked at the table pleased, turning her eyes back to the older man.
"I believe this is what you call 'breakfast.' Does it please you?"
He worked his jaw a little in shock as his steps took him closer to the table. It all looked so good, smelled so mouth watering. He wanted to plank himself down, grab a plate and fill it to the roof. He looked to her, watching her wait for him to answer, her blue eyes swimming unsurely to the gesture. "… No O.J?" was all he could utter. He flinched at the line for Jaz's smile broke and her hands covered her lips in mere confusion. Before Bobby could brush it off as a joke, the sound of wings brushed his ears leaving him alone in the kitchen. "Shit." He muttered, his hands covering his face. "Dumbass move there Bobby."
"Holy shit, what's the occasion?"
Bobby turned, his shocked expression still on his face to see Dean standing in the door way, itching his empty stomach. Bobby lifted his arms in an unknown shrug. "I dunno… Jaz just… made it."
"This is Jaz's doing?" Walking towards the table, he raised a brow at it. He wondered where that chick ran off too. When he woke up, he found himself in the bed she was in earlier and his first reaction was to get out. He jumped out of bed and looked around, how the hell was he moved without being awoken? His feet knocking something on the floor letting him see Jaz's slippers he had taken off during the night. He put two and two together and he cursed out, that women. A sinking feeling filled his heart with dread. Was she up to something? Did he make a mistake getting Bobby to remove the symbols and let her in? He made his way downstairs and the smell of bacon and pancakes made his mouth suddenly water. With wide eyes, he rushed down the stairs like a child, wanting to see if his nose was telling the truth and behold. It was.
A part of him questions the food but his stomach demanded he sat down and eat, enjoy the hot home cooked meal for ONCE and just shut up but he couldn't. "Where is she now?"
"I think I might have upset you."
"You what?"
Bobby took off his hat, rubbing his forehead frowning. "It just took me by surprise! I kinda just blurted it out."
Dean rubbed his hands over face, groaning out his name. It was way too early for this shit. "Great, we have an upset angel. I swear if she's like Cast-"
"Is this what you mean by O.J?"
Both guys jumped and turned around, staring at angel in question. She stood there smiling, a bottle in her hands. Quickly in her bare feet, she rushed towards Bobby, holding the carton up to his eyes. Bobby glanced to Dean who shook his head in confusion before looking back, taken the object from her. "Ugh…yeah. You got it."
She grinned then, her hands clapping together, "Wonderful! I want this to be perfect for you. Now, sit. Eat and fill your body and soul with the necessities you need for the day."
"Woah woah WOAH, you made 'this' for Bobby? How the hell did you make this?"
"What? Just cause I'm not young anymore or killing demons on a daily bases like you, I don't deserve a good meal?" Bobby shot back, sitting down in the chair offered to him. Jaz chuckled at Dean as she placed an empty glass before Bobby to fill with the new bottle of O.J. Filling a plate of everything she could reach for him, she answered Deans next question; "Well, I could not make this, the objects in this place are unfamiliar to me so I went to a nearby place where they had all of these lined up and just took it."
Dean's eyes widen as he sat down himself, watching in shock as she filled another plate, settling it before him. "You.. took it?"
"Why yes." She explained, not seeing the wrong in her manner. "You needed food, it was right there. Is this not the whole moral of eating?" Dean let out a sigh and rubbed his face again, not wanting to deal with explain every wrong thing in this subject. But, on the other hands, it was food. He began to eat as Bobby took a sip from his drink, looking up to her to see her simply stand there at the end of the table, watching them happily. "Um.. You going to join us?"
"I do not need to eat." She explains, going back to her stance.
"Humor me." Bobby request, waving to the empty chair that was tucked neatly at the edge of the small table. She stared at it for a moment before finally settling herself down, staring at her hands unsure where to put then till she just placed them in her lap. "So… you going to enlighten me to why you 'cooked' breakfast?"
Jaz tilted her head a little causing the loose locks to brush along her shoulders. "Well, you have taken care of the boys for so long and done so much with little thanks and appraisement and you never complained about it." Dean let out a snort but quickly silenced it when Bobby glared. "I just wanted to thank you for taken these boys under your wings and guiding them. Lord only knows what would have become of them if you were not there." Bobby smiled a little at that, his chest giving a little ease of warmth. "I like her." He told Dean who just rolled his eyes, shoving another fork full of eggs into his mouth. "So." Dean muffled as he chewed, waving his empty fork at her. "How about telling us what happened yesterday."
"What happened?"
Bobby cut a piece of his waffle, dipping it into the syrup greedily. "Yeah, you gave us quite a fright there missy." Jaz's eyes widen a little before she gasped out. "Oh! Yes… Sorry. It seems I was attacked."
"We figured that much but what we mean is, who did it. Was it a demon?"
She shook her head to Dean who pressed his lips in thought. "Angel?" She looked away then, her shoulder hunching up a little. "Damn." Dean muttered, at least this was something. "Did you catch what he or she looked like?" She gave a slow nod and they both waited for her to explain but she kept silent. Bobby looked to Dean worried, suddenly feeling protective of the girl whose face twisted in guilt and confusion. Reaching out, Dean's fingers slipped under the table to take one of her own, giving her hand a squeeze. Her gaze shot to him worried and he gave her a reassuring smile. "Its okay." He spoke softly, "We're here to help you."
She looked down to his hand and a small smile touched her lips. It felt so warm on her skin. His hand was so big compared to her own. Taking her free hand, she laid it gently upon his, her fingers tracing the rough skin of his wrist. These hands, they have done so much. They fought, they worked, they built and they held everything together. His family, his problems, his cares and now, they held her with such tenderness she could not picture him to have and it touched her. Taking a slow breath, she began.
"It was a man… He was from my dreams."
"The one where you saw me?"
She nodded, "It was before that thou… I feel like I remembered him. He had such sad eyes." Her eyebrows narrowed, her fingers tracing along Deans own gently before whispering. "I think his name is…Castiel."
Dean's hand was gone like a snap and she felt empty and cold. She looked up to him and his face said nothing. His face was tight and clenched his eyes wide for a moment before narrowing. Had she upset him somehow? She reached out to touch his arm but he shoved himself out, his chair scrapping across the floor. Pushing to stand, he took a deep breath, turned and left without a word, walking out the back door to the yard. Jaz frowned, watching him leave before turning to Bobby who poked at his meal silently, his eyes cast down. "Have I said something wrong?" Bobby gave her a sad smile before shaking his head, "No, its just… Castiel and him, well... they were friends once." Her lips parted in awe before she turned back to the door, her fingers curling into the back of her chair in the need to rush after him. Yet Bobby's voice stopped her, his hand touching her forearm turning her back around. "Jaz." He began, her lips a frown. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes. Why?"
"Your back is bleeding…"
Dean sat down on the hood of his broken Impala, his fingers squeezing into fists. He was so mad, so fucking pissed. Baring his teeth, he let out a shout before turning, kicking his leg out to slap into his car, causing it to rattle a little. Rolling his hands threw his hair; he let out an oath before letting them fall to his side. Castiel had come and kept his word. His friend, no wait, EX friend had gone to great lengths to kill a stranger just for protecting him and this, this fact upset Dean. They were suppose to be family! Castiel was the closest to a best friend Dean ever had and he went and did something stupid like this! Castiel had done a lot of fucked up things, A LOT but this, his brother, the god complex and now trying to kill Jaz, this has gone too far. He needed to do something, he needed to stop him!
That realization made something inside of Dean sink into a cold numbness… "Who am I kidding." He muttered. Leaning back upon his Impala, he let out another deep sigh, his eyes casting up to the cloud filled sky. There was nothing he could do. No book, no webpage. No hunter or demon could tell him what to do. Castiel was gone, crazy with power and even thou Dean wanted nothing more than to have his friend back, to save him. Somewhere in Dean, he knew his friend was lost. No matter what he did, Cas was watching, waiting and just like yesterday, Cas would kill. That fact hurt more than Dean was willing to admit.
"You are upset."
Dean didn't bother to look, he knew that voice. "That's an understatement."
"Bobby said... you two were friends."
"Yeah. Were." Rubbing his face a little, he looked to notice she was wearing something different than before. Her black dress was gone and instead, she wore a soft purple sundress. It was old and out of date but it fit her personality. White collar lining her slim throat to the pearl buttons, the sleeves puffed out at her shoulders and forearm. A white belt hugged her waist while the hem flared out around her to her knees. "Nice outfit." Her cheeks went a little red before she gave a little twirl. "Bobby let me wear this. My other dress was 'ruined'." Dean frowned before he remembered. He had to cut her dress down her back to get to her wounds and tend to her. It still surprised him thou, of all the angels he ran into, she was the only one that had changed her outfit. All the others were dead set on wearing the same thing, even if it was ruin, they somehow magical fixed it.
"The dress seems kind of big." She gave a nod before smiling, "It is but Bobby was kind enough to let me wear this. It took a lot for him to pull it out of the closet. It means so much to him." Deans brain clicked and he let out a soft 'ahh'. Bobby let Jaz wear one of Karens clothes. That shocked him, one for the fact he still kept them after he was told Bobby threw them away and two cause Bobby willing let a stranger wear it. "Well… That was nice of him."
"It was." She agreed happily before moving closer to him, resting herself at his right side. "Dean, will you tell me about Castiel?"
"No. Its… No…" He turned his head away from her as she looked up to him. Her head tilting slowly, she held questions glowing in her eyes that only he could answer. "He is important to you." She stated making him look back. "When I saw him… He asked me why I was with you. He sounded… hurt." Jaz looked away, her fingers tucking themselves under her chin in thought. "I felt him, his grace, there wasn't much. It was clouded by others, some… were very dark, and it upset me. Thou strangely, I can feel his grace now. It's on you."
Dean let out a chuckle before taking his right sleeve, rolling it up to his shoulder. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say its cause of this." Jaz looked upon the hand print with wide eyes and surprise. Her hand reached out a little, hovering over it, feeling the heat of his skin and the small tingle of grace that was still lingering. Dean smiled to himself a little, remember the first time he saw it. It burned like a match to his skin and he couldn't believe how it came to be. But now, he found himself every now and then touching it, gripping it tightly as thou Castiel was there. He thought once, if he squeezed hard enough, Castiel could feel it and come to him when he was in need.
"I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
Dean jerked and turned to her quickly, his eyes wide. For a split second, he swore he heard Cas. She looked up to him with those blue eyes and god damn.. They looked so much like his. They looked upon with him warmth and uncanny and it held something else.. something deep that Cas refused to say. "What… Did you say?"
She tilted her head and Dean felt his muscle tighten, that's how Cas use to tilt his head, her face searching his confused to his request. "I said, he gripped you tight and raised you from perdition… right?" Her hand fell then, her right hand touching his scar and hot liquid busted inside of him suddenly. His skin burned and his muscles pulsed with a need, a need so strong he couldn't stop himself. Grabbing her shoulders, he rolled them, pinning her down onto the hood of his car. Her voice came out in a shocked squeal but he paid no mind to it, damn she looked at him with such trust and unsureness and he couldn't keep himself away. Bowing his head, his lips touched hers, feeling the sudden need to know what she tasted like. Her body stiffened under his but as suddenly as his attack on her, her own body reacted. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck tightly and pulling him close, her lips parting easily, moving with his own in the same animal need. God, she tasted so good, tilting his head, he slipped his tongue deeper, brushing along her own shy one, wanting her to react with it. Soft little sounds were coming from her and Dean couldn't help but growl at them, his hands reaching down, gripping her hips to slide her down the hood, pushing his hips between her legs. Man, her body was so hot against his; he could feel it threw his clothes.
Pulling his lips away, he ducked and attacked her throat making her gasp out, her head tilting back, giving him more room, more access to bite, to kiss, to lick. Everything was going so fast and Jaz didn't mind, no she wanted it. Her hands reached down and clawed along his back, pulling at his shirt and Dean swore into her throat, his hips pushing down into her own making her jerk. Her body was on fire, pools of pleasure were swimming in her veins, she needed him, needed his skin upon her own. Need him to be inside of her, to join her. To claim her. Her hand reached back and touched his mark again and Dean's body shot up above her, his head tossed back as he let out a throaty cry, his body was going into over load, every time she touched him, touched his mark pleasure spilled, his jeans tighten and his member harden to the point it was painful. He wanted to lift her skirt, to pull down his jeans and take her, right there on his impala. He rutted against her shamelessly, wanting to loosen the tightness, wanting to slow himself down but he couldn't damn it. She was driving him crazy. She called out his name and he buried his fingers into her hair, pulling her up, burying his face into those locks. God, he wanted her, he wanted her just as badly as he wanted….
Suddenly he stopped. Her body wiggled against him, trying to coax him back into action but his stomach dropped. "No…" Quickly he let her go and pulled away, his body screaming in protest, his hips begging him to go back, to finish this. He looked at her and she sat up, her hair falling over her flushed face. Her eyes were large and dark with lust, her lips plumped and bruised. Her dress was wrinkled and raised, baring her legs, her thighs that rubbed together in a shy need to keep them close. She looked so hot, so innocent that sudden guilt washed over him. She offered herself to him and he would greedily take it but he couldn't bring himself to do it. No, it was weird. It was too much.
She reminded him to much… Too much of what he had done.
"Dean?" She whispered out, her hands reaching back out, wanting to touch him, to feel him back against her but he pulled away, stepping back. "God Jaz I… I'm sorry." Her bruised lips frowned to him, her free hand wiping at her bangs to let her clearly see. He couldn't look at her, shame suddenly began to build but she pushed it aside. No, there is nothing shameful about this. He wanted her just as she wanted him, she knew it. His kiss, his touch told her. Pushing to her feet, she reached for him again, "Dean, there is nothing to be sorry about."
"You don't understand." He muttered when her hand touched his cheek, turning his head towards her own yet he couldn't bring himself to look into those eyes so he closed his own. Memories kept running threw his head. Suddenly his brain yelled, how many more? How many more angels will Dean take for his own selfish need? Fist Anna then Castiel and now… Jaz. He hated himself, he was going to do the same thing, repeat his mistakes just like before. He was going to get Jaz to get to close, he was going to make him her world just like Cas and drive her to fall. He was going to burn her to the earth and she will be left hopeless and alone and soon she will hate him and leave him like Cas, and no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tired. He could never forgive himself if he let this happen again. No, he needed to get away. "I-I can't. I'm sorry." Ripping himself away, he quickly retreated, leaving her behind to stare.
With trembling fingers, she touched her lips, her lungs trying to get some of the air Dean had so roughly took away from her. She watched him leave and all she could think about was how right his body felt against her. His touch was rough and demanding and she gave in, wanted him to take from her, use her until he had his fill and then take even more. Over and over until she was crazy with pleasure, crazy from this sin that she could do nothing but beg for mercy and fall into the wicked feel of passion. Her hands began brushing her hair a little by her face; a helpless smile touching her lips, her cheeks growing red when a thought entered her mind.
Dean liked her, he truly did. Right? No one could kiss or touch another with that much passion and not like them. She bet he was upset that he could not lay with her for they were not married. "Oh… Dean." She whispered. That had to be it she giggling to herself. She began to rush back to the house, ready to ease his troubled mind. She would fling the door open, tell Dean she would happily commit to him for the rest of his life and let him take her unto his bed without the guilt of sin or the heavens above.
As she rounded a corner of metal and glass, she came to a sudden stop when something blocked her. With an 'oof!' she held herself up by grasping the shirt of the man she ran into, her head tilting up to him smiling, "Oh sorry! I did not…see…" Her eyes widen slowly when her eyes met the man's face. Castiel tilted his head to the side, his eyes studying as his hand began to rise. She jerked but it was too late, his fingers touched her forehead and her body went down. Castiel quickly placed his free arm out, catching her body before it stuck the ground, holding her up easily. With a shrug, he lifted her up a little, letting his free hand cup the back of her head, letting his eyes search her sleeping face. Boneless she laid in his arms as he looked up to the sky, searching quietly till his wings spread wide and with a blink of a mortal eye.
They were gone.
