They all sat around the dinner table in the kitchen; Cas, Dean, Molly, Sam and Bobby. Dean and Sam had run out and gotten them all burgers from a drive though in town and brought it back home. Dean sat at on end of the table, and Bobby on the other. Molly and Sam took one side, and Cas sat alone on the other. He tried not to be obvious, but every once in a while he would look up and he and Molly would catch eyes. She smiled a little every time this happened, looking down at her food.

The table was quiet, everyone eating in silence. Bobby looked ahead at Dean, who kept subtly glancing at Molly.

"So," he said. Dean looked at him. "When you do boys expect to be getting back on the road?"

"We were actually thinking of sticking around for a little while." Dean said, giving Bobby his usual smile.

"No hunts?" Bobby asked. Sam looked confused.

"Well, we haven't gotten a call yet." Sam said. "But we really should get on the road, don't you think Dean?"

"And go where?" Dean asked. Sam couldn't argue. He looked at Molly, who seemed uncomfortable in the middle of the conversation. Then he looked back at Dean.

"I just think we should give Molly a break from us, give her some time to settle in here with Bobby. They could probably use some one on one, don't you think?"

"Hell, boy, don't use me as an excuse." Bobby said. "I don't really care what you boys do, long as you keep me up to speed."

Then, as if a sign from god himself, Dean's cell phone rang. He sighed and answered it, getting up from his chair and leaving the room. Molly balled up the foil wrapping from her burger and tossed it into the garbage can. She stood up from her chair.

"You alright Molly?" Bobby asked. Molly smiled and nodded to him, reassuringly.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm just exhausted from the past few days. I think I'm going to hit the hay early."

She squeezed and patter Bobby's shoulder on her way by, kissing him on the cheek. She heard Dean talking to someone on the phone in the hall; he mentioned salt rings and iron at one point, but she just kept walking. She went upstairs to her room, shutting the door behind her. She changed into a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts and got into bed with a book from Bobby's office, reading up on demons ghosts and everything in between. She wanted to be aware of every possibility this world now held for her; she wanted to be alert.

A knock on her door brought her out of her zone. She looked at the clock; she'd been reading for over an hour. She sat the book down on the night stand, saving the page by folding the corner over.

"Come in." she said. Cas crept in the door, closing it behind him. Molly smiled. "Hey…"

"Hey." He sat on the bed, looking to face her.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Dean and Sam are downstairs, they got a call for a hunt so they have to leave soon so Bobby's helping them. I told them I was going to bed."

"But you came here…" Molly said, leaning over and kissing him.

"Yeah…" he said, breaking this kiss. "I just wanted to check on you… you seemed a little morose at dinner."

"I'm just trying to figure out what to tell Dean…" Molly said. "I don't want to hurt him, but I know I don't have a choice. I'm just trying to figure out the best way to go about it."

"I'm sorry you have to go through this." Cas said, holding her hand. "But if there's one person I know is strong enough to handle anything, it's Dean. He'll be alright. You can't break him."

"Are you sure?"

"He's already been to hell and back."

"I'm sure…"

"No, I mean, literally. He's been to hell and back. I think he'll be okay…"

Molly was surprised, but nothing phased her anymore. She leaned forward and kissed Cas again, longer this time, holding his face gently in her hands. She feels him slide closer to her, pressing their bodies against one another. Soon, they were right where they left off earlier, Cas praying for no interruptions. He was never sure what the real etiquette was for this; in heaven, this sort of thing didn't happen, plain and simple. Angel's didn't feel feelings of any romantic nature, they didn't want to do this, and human's doing so on earth was often frowned upon depending on the circumstances. But at this very moment, he didn't care what any of them thought of him up there, if this was wrong, then he was gad to be out.

He felt Molly's hands travel to his hips where his shirt fell over his jeans, allowing her finger to move up and inside his shirt, running up his abs and over his chest. She started to pull his shirt up. At first he was confused, but he let her do it. She tossed it aside and kissed him again, tracing her hands across the smooth skin of his back.

Cas's brain was going crazy. He had no idea how to even begin to handle himself in this situation, but everything that was happening to him was better than he'd even imagined was possible. Her touch was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced, holding her was indescribable.

She removed her own shirt as well then, tossing it to the floor with Cas's shirt. Cas looked over her body a moment, then slowly placed a kiss to her lips, then letting his kisses travel slowly down her neck and across her shoulders. Molly breathed deeply, holding him close to her while she let his lips explore where they may. When he came back up to her mouth, the two looked at each other for a moment, then Molly got up for her position of straddling his lap, scooting back and sitting on the mattress. She removed the cotton shorts she wore, leaving her only in her bra and underwear.

There was a moment of amazement, watching Molly like this. She reached up and took her hair out of its loose bun, shaking it out and letting it fall around her shoulders. She smiled at him, then laid back on the mattress, head on her pillow. She motioned for him to come to her. He did, slowly, lying next to her on his side, facing her. She did the same, facing him. They were quiet for a moment, Molly taking Cas's hand in hers for a moment, lacing her fingers with his.

"Are you okay?" She asked, finally.

"Absolutely." Cas said, smiling.

Molly smiled. She leaned over and kissed him again, rolling him onto his back and climbing on top of him. Cas felt her on top of him, her hands pressed onto his chest and her pelvis grinding into his crotch. He felt her lips move across his cheek and over to his ear, her tongue flicking across it and biting at it gently. A deep moan escaped his throat and Molly stopped what she was doing. She looked down at him, curiously.

"I have no idea what just happened…" Cas said. Molly laughed a little bit.

"Have you never… done this before Cas?" Molly asked. Cas shook his head, embarrassed. Molly smiled. "That's alright. Just let me know if you want to stop, okay?"

Molly slowly sat back up and started to unbutton Cas's jeans. She unzipped his fly and then started to back up on her knees, pulling his jeans off little by little. She pulled them off of his feet and tossed them into the pile of clothes. Cas noticed the source of his odd discomfort in the bulge lying within his boxer-briefs. It was almost like a pain, but an incredibly pleasurable kind of pain. Molly crawled back up and lay down on her side next to Cas again, lying on his back still. She kissed him on the cheek, tracing circles with her fingers down his chest and across his abdomen slowly. Then she went back to his ear, nibbling on it again, feeling Cas's chest rise and fall harshly. Then her hand traveled further and further south until she slowly let it run over his hardness. His breathing pitched lightly, feeling her hand touch him there. She rubbed along his length, over the briefs that covered it, feeling how hard he was beneath her hand. She knew he didn't even know how to even begin to handle this situation, but she kind of loved that. Slowly, she made her way down, settling between his legs. She began to pull down his briefs, but Cas stopped her.

"Wait…" he said, grabbing her hands. Molly looked at him, comfortingly. She leaned forward over him and kissed him again.

"Don't worry…" Molly said. "I know what I'm doing. Nothing is wrong."

Cas knew there was no turning back now. He let her remove the undergarments and throw them to the ground. She took his hand and pulled him up into a sitting position, facing her. She kissed him again, taking his hands in hers and guiding them to her panties, allowing him to push them down. She tossed them aside and then straddled Cas slowly, letting him hold her there for a moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let cradle her in his arms. There was a moment of silence; everything around them was still. Cas unclasped her bra in the back and she let it fall, adding one last piece to their pile of clothes on the floor.

Cas kissed Molly, deeply and almost needy. Molly was absolutely equally as needy as he was at this point, returning the kiss hungrily. When the kiss broke, Molly gently reached between the two of them, taking Cas's hard member in her hand. He groaned, wincing in pleasure. He had never known that any sort of human touch could feel this incredible; he felt like his body was on fire.

"How are you feeling?" Molly asked.

"I don't even know…" Cas said, eyes closed, almost whispering.

"Does it hurt?" She asked. He nodded.

"In a good way… an amazing way." He said. Molly kissed him again.

"Are you ready?" she asked. Cas nodded.

Molly then guided him slowly, letting him inside of her. Cas and Molly both gasped, their breathing become rapid, but then settling after a moment. Molly kissed Cas again, keeping his mind focused. Molly moved Cas's hands to her breasts, holding his hands there, loving the feeling of his hands on her. Then, she began to lie back on the bed, taking him down on top of her, keeping him deep inside of her. Cas leaned onto his elbows, pressing them hard into the mattress, letting Molly wrap her legs around his waist. Using one hand to pull him to her by the back of his neck, Molly kissed him again, then used her other hand to settle on his lower back and guiding him on how to move.

Soon they were in a steady rhythm, the sounds of their breath and moans filling the room. They continued to remind each other to stay quiet, not wanting anyone to hear them in the house. As they continued, Cas could feel an overwhelming sensation growing inside him. He started thrusting into her harder and harder, her moaning coming more frequently, digging her nails into the skin of his back and moving with him.

"Molly…" Cas groaned, his breathing harsh.

"Keep going." She said. "Don't stop."

He did as she asked, continuing until he could no longer bare it. He slipped his hands under Molly's back, lifting her off the mattress a bit and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him release everything in that moment. He buried his face into the side of her neck and let out loud crying gasps into the mattress. Molly did the same, into his chest and the nape of his neck, lightly biting down on his collarbone. The two lay there, still holding onto each other, catching up to their natural breathing. Lightly kissing Molly on the lips, he finally understood exactly what Sam and Dean had talked about before; Sam with Jessica, or Dean with Lisa. This was the feeling they were talking about. He couldn't imagine this ever going away.

The next morning, Molly awoke to an empty bed. She and Cas had stayed together for quite a while the night before, but knew that they took a massive risk and they needed to sleep in their own rooms. Not that Molly regretted anything that happened; it was easily the best night she could ever remember having with a man. She'd been with guys before, one or two boyfriends, but never felt anything as strong as this. Especially with her mother over the years, she hadn't had time to focus on romance.

It was fairly early, 9 am. She went downstairs to find Dean. She needed to talk to him before he left on his hunt with Sam. She was nervous, but she knew it needed to be done. She couldn't lead him on like this. She found him downstairs, sitting at the kitchen table with Sam, cleaning a couple shot guns.

"Morning." She said to them. Dean smiled.

"Morning to you. How'd you sleep?" Dean asked. Molly swallowed nervousy.

"Like a rock…" she said. Dean smiled and looked back down to his gun cleaning. Sam looked at her, eye brow raised. Molly sighed. "Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Right now?" he asked.

"Yeah, I need to talk to you before you guys leave." Dean looked confused, but he sat his gun down on the table.

"Um, yeah." He stood up from his chair. "Let's walk."

The two went outside. Molly slipped on a pair of her boots at the front door, still in her cotton shorts, t-shirt, and loose fitting sweater. She didn't even care how she looked. She kind of hoped her looking terrible would cushion the blow, though she knew she was kidding herself.

They walked along the driveway, through the piles of parts and all the broken down and trashed cars. Molly was quiet, trying to choose her words wisely. Dean was watching her, hands in pockets, trying to read her.

"So, what's up? You seem a little, I don't know, off…" Dean said. Molly stopped walking. Dean stopped with her, looking concerned.

"Listen, Dean… um, I just want you say that… I think you're wonderful." Molly said. "You're a great guy and you're so sweet, and—"

"I know where this is going…" Dean said, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Dean…"

"What happened? Everything was fine, if I remember correctly. You didn't see to be putting up much of a fight before. What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything Dean…"

"Bullshit."

"You didn't do anything. I just… I like you… but I have really strong feelings for… someone else."

Dean seems confused. He looks at her a moment, his face astonished and hand on his hips.

"Someone else?" Dean asks. "Who the hell else have you even met around here? I know you're not talking about Sam!"

"No, I'm not talking about Sam." Molly said. There was a moment of silence, and then an overwhelming look of realization came over Dean's face.

"Are… are you freaking kidding me right now?" he asked. Molly didn't know what to say. She folded her arms in front of her, uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry Dean…"

"Cas?" Dean was appalled. "You make out with me and then you put the moves on my best friend?"

"That's not what happened Dean!" Molly said. Dean threw his hands up.

"Whatever Molly, I don't need to hear the excuses." Dean said, walking away from her, back to the house. "Manipulate the poor sap in the leather jacket, then manipulate the clueless angel in the trench coat. Do what your gonna' do."

Molly stood there a moment, watching Dean walk away from her and back to the house. She started to rush after him. Sam was already waiting in the Impala, having loaded it up completely. Dean opened the driver's side door and started the car.

"You okay?" Sam asked him, seeing Molly approaching.

"Fine." Dean said. "Let's get out of here."

The Impala sped away before Molly could reach them, going down the driveway and leaving her there, dust flying up into her face from the tires. She wished she felt better about this now, all of it being out in the open and all. But she didn't. She knew Dean was going to carry this with him the whole trip and she hated knowing that this was her fault.

"Molly?" she turned around to see Cas, walking down the steps of the porch to her. He was already dressed and cleaned up, hair wet from a shower, jeans on, black thermal, tennis shoes, his usual five o'clock shadow still there. She gave him a weak half smile. "You okay?"

"I told Dean…"

"Oh…" Cas said, concerned. "Was he angry?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry." He said. Molly shook her head, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight. He held her, tucking her head into the nape of his neck, setting his chin atop her head and holding her tight.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." She said, taking a breath, the smell of the soap from his recent shower filling her nose. "It'll all be okay. Trust me…"