Summary: Sam and Dean are still getting used to the relationship between Becca and Castiel. He suggests her something new.
Becca felt Sam's eye burning her skin, turning her eyes look at him and making the man lower his head.
In response, she looked at Castiel.
They were… Together.
That was the best word to describe their relationship.
"So…" Dean cleared his throat. "You are together now? Mated?"
Becca's eyes widened.
"Being someone's mate is more than being together, Dean." Cas interrupted him. "A mate is for life. Forever. It is not a decision you can make over a night."
Sam arched his eyebrows in surprise.
"Guys, can I…" He shifted a little on his seat. "Can I ask you a couple of questions?"
She nodded.
"I'm not really getting it." He affirmed. "I don't want to be rude, but… You are…"
"Angels." Castiel interrupted him. "Beings that aren't attached to human rules or concepts of what's right or wrong to your kind."
She squeezed his hand. She knew the Winchesters were still a bit shaken by their relationships, – she could read their minds–, and Cas wasn't happy with the way they were looking at both of them.
"Sorry, Cas, but it is kind of hard to digest." Dean argued. "Yesterday you were brother and sister who had a fight. Now, you're dating. Give a man a break."
Becca looked at her own hands, her fingers now laced with the other angel's fingers.
"We're not against it." Sam affirmed. "Just give us some time to actually swallow it down, okay?"
"It is okay." She affirmed. "Take your time."
They nodded together and Becca looked at the angel by her side, mentally suggesting they should get out and give them a moment.
Holding her, he transported both of them to an open area, full of trees and nature.
"Becca." He pulled her, laying a kiss on her lips for a moment. "I'm…"
"Don't say you're sorry." She interrupted him. "They need a moment. It is understandable."
Castiel sighed, and Becca caressed his face with her fingertips. He was beautiful, shinning above her figure.
"Becca." He muttered, touching her lips softly with his thumb. "Can I kiss you?"
She nodded slowly, feeling his hands travel down her body to find her waist.
He kissed her slowly, gently, and she closed her eyes in response. She wasn't experienced in kisses. Castiel was the only one she have ever kissed in her life, and he seemed determined on teaching her everything he could.
"I want to show you something." He muttered. "I learned it in a movie with the pizzaman."
Becca nodded again, hesitant, and he went back on kissing her. Soon, she was laid on the grass with him between her legs.
"I want to fuck you with my tongue." He affirmed, and her eyes grew wide. "Can I?"
"Yes." Becca whispered. "Yes, please."
