Castiel couldn't sleep as he lay on the air mattress in the living room. Sam and Dean were sleeping deeply on the sofa and the love seat. He tossed and turned trying to clear his mind of his rampant thoughts. He was ashamed to admit he was anxious and excited about the possibility of getting to spend some time alone with Amber while Sam and Dean were gone hunting down Lucifer. Finally, he resigned himself to the fact it was futile to try to sleep. He got up and walked into the kitchen and stared out the kitchen sink window. The moon was bright and lit up the night. He watched a rabbit hop cautiously across the grass in the back yard.
The sound of the refrigerator kicking on startled him. He turned to notice that Amber's bedroom door was open a crack. He wrestled with himself on whether or not to check on her. It would be highly inappropriate to walk in there. But he had this need that was horribly overwhelming to see her. The latter won over and he walked slowly to her door and carefully pushed it open making sure he was not heard.
The moonlight illuminated her room from the window that overlooked the bed. There she was, on her side facing him, sleeping comfortably. A chair sat up against the wall next to the bedroom door and he quietly took a seat. She slept so peacefully as he watched her every breath. Sometime during the night she must have discarded her covers as she rolled on her side. Now she lay uncovered in a small white tank top and tiny black panties that barely met lower hip bones.
That familiar sensation returned as he eyed the curvatures of her body that rose and descended as she slept. He knew it was wrong to be in here while she slept unaware of his presence. He was ashamed of himself for giving in and intruding. He put his face in his hands and then ran them through his hair and back down his neck and finally coming to rest propping up his chin as he leaned forward in a vain attempt to wipe away the mixed feelings of guilt and want.
She readjusted herself putting both hands under her pillow and in the motion stray strands of hair slid onto her face. Castiel got up and eased his way over to the bed and gently guided the hair back to the side of her face. He couldn't find the strength to retract his hand. His fingers stayed lightly caressing her cheek. He needed to stop, this was wrong and he could awaken and scare her. But his fingers stayed, moving slowly down her face and traced her shoulder and upper arm. Diligent in their task, they moved down along her midsection gliding down the soft cotton tank and onto her bare stomach. Castiel's heart beat so rapidly it made his chest burn and he felt sweat trickle down his temple. He wanted her. The feeling was uncontrollable how much he wanted her. Her skin on his skin, her body on his body, her lips on his lips. Caught up in his uncontrollable want, he unknowingly let his fingers slip back and the palm of his hand now rested on her bare hip. His head spun wildly and he began to feel faint. He jerked his hand away and quietly fled the room returning to the kitchen. Amber still slumbered peacefully, completely unaware of what had just transpired.