Disclaimer: I own nothing but Aleksandrya. Everything else belongs to Mr. Kripke and the CW. I make no money from this publication and it is done strictly in fun.
Author's Note: I am so sorry it's taken me so long to update! I can't even use the normal excuses of work, or school, or personal issues because they're just not true. The fact of the matter is, I had writer's block. That painful, horrible, awful thing that affects almost everyone who has ever written. Fortunately, the damn has broke and I am back on track. Major OOC behavior comine from Castiel from now on, but I figure with the world finally safe, he can afford to be a little more human.
Dean's Wife: I'm glad you're enjoying the story! Here are those next chapters!
Guest: I really wish you had left a name! Oh-well. Thank you. I tried to make the end of chapter 12 kind of fluffy. I figured with Alek exhausted and Dean actually seeng her for the first time in 8 years, they deserved a soft moment before the continuing angst and drama.
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The Morning After
Dean curled around the body next to him, enjoying the feel of an impossibly small form being sheltered by his own larger body. Distantly, he felt long, thin strands wrapped around him, as if to bind him to the person in his arms. In that hazy state between waking and dreaming, he placed a soft kiss on the temple of whomever he was holding. It seemed like that right thing to do. Like it was important that he show this person affection and love.
He felt a small smile against his arm and grinned himself. He wasn't awake enough to reason out why, but for some reason making this person happy made him happy as well. Shrugging off the niggling voice in the back of his mind that was trying to tell him something important, he began placing kisses along the jaw, down the neck, and across the shoulder of the woman next to him. Still half-asleep, he ran his hand down her side, unable to stop the jolt of arousal that flared through his body as she mewled and arched into the touch. It was then that he heard the metallic clang from above his head.
Blinking bleary eyes, he looked up, confused to see the slender wrist encased in one bracelet of a set of handcuffs, the other attached to bed post. Then it all came screaming back. Alek. Castiel. The fight. The exhaustion. Falling asleep to her mumbled curses and threats. Oh god! That meant… he'd been kissing… The woman was… SHIT! Following the arm down, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was still asleep, looking younger and more peaceful than he'd seen her in a long time. A soft smile tipped the corners of her mouth, and he couldn't help the ego boost it gave him to know that he had put it there. Still, he had to get away. If she woke up right now, she'd be pissed, and that would just cause another fight. He didn't want that. He was tired of fighting. He just wanted Alek.
Moving carefully, Dean tried to extract himself from the tangled mass of limbs that he and Alek had managed to ensnarl themselves in during the night only to find that those thin strands he'd felt earlier were her hair. It really was binding him to her. The inky locks wove around his arms and neck, effectively trapping him in his position. Without ripping out her hair, or worse, waking her up, there was no way he could get free. Dean silently cursed.
Maybe if I uncuff her and she's able to move around, she'll be able to let me loose without waking up. He thought hopefully. It was worth a shot at least. Moving slowly, still trying not to wake the sleeping beauty next to, Dean managed to tug the keys to the handcuffs from his jeans and stealthily unhinged the silver bracelet, allowing Alek's arm to fall free. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined what happened next.
Even in sleep, Alek's body immediately seemed to recognize she was free and began to move. She was a restless sleeper by nature. Staying still for any length of time, even while her mind was shut down and her body resting, was difficult. Now that she could wiggle about freely she did. And Dean was half right. As soon as she started moving, the dark tresses did unwind from about his body. Unfortunately, they were replaced by Alek herself. The small woman turned in his arms and attached herself to him, slipping one of her legs between his and wrapping her arms around his waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her head moved from the makeshift pillow of his arm to burrow on his chest. Despite all of this, Dean was still determined extract himself from the embrace and the bed until she breathed out one word, "Dean", on a whispered sigh of contentment.
He couldn't let her go after hearing that. Resigning himself for the explosion that would come once she awakened, he settled back next to her. Dean softly stroked the midnight wisps that had been more effective than shackles just a few moments before and enjoyed this moment of peace and serenity, allowing himself to imagine, just for a moment, that Alek wouldn't be angry when she woke. Instead she'd smile, like she had when he'd kissed her. She'd return the kisses now, just as feather light as his had been, and tell him that she loved him. Not like a brother. Not like she loved Sammy. But the kind of love reserved for soul mates and the characters in romance novels (not that he'd ever read one of those or anything). These thoughts lulled him back to sleep, and before he knew it, he was floating through a sea of dreams that starred him, Alek and a life together that involved hunting, the Impala, and a happy Sam who got to have his apple pie life.
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Alek woke slowly, nuzzling into the warm wall of muscle and a skin that served as her pillow. It felt nice. She hadn't woken up to this in a while. Normally she'd kick her company for the night out as soon as the deed was done, then go take a hot shower and try to scrub away the lonely ache and cold shame that engulfed her after every encounter.
He must have really been something for me to let him stay the night. She thought sleepily. Curious to see what the mystery man looked like, Alek tilted her head up and opened her eyes. A soft gasp forced itself out of her throat. Oh my grandpa! Please tell me this is a bad dream!
Alek stared in shock at Dean for a moment, before the events of the previous day crashed through her cobweb filled mind. Sighing in relief, she relaxed, lying her head back on his chest. Nothing had happened. He'd handcuffed her to the bed and they'd slept. She had a brief flash of feeling lips press against her neck and shoulder but dismissed it as what was probably part of a dream. Absently, she wondered when Dean had released her from the handcuffs, but pushed that thought aside as well, choosing to bask in the comfort of being able to cuddle with the man she'd had a crush on before she knew what a crush was.
He looked more peaceful in sleep. None of the stress and worry lines that marred his handsome features were evident. His deep, even breaths bespoke of a dreamless rest and calm that Alek almost envied. A coil of need wound itself in the pit of her stomach as she gazed at his full, pouting lips, the strong column of his throat, and the beautiful, bare chest. It was time to go, preferably before she did something stupid.
Quietly detangling herself, she couldn't help but place a soft kiss on the chest that had been her pillow before grabbing some clothes and hightailing it from the room. She missed the small smile that played across Dean's lips and the way his hands grabbed at the empty space she once inhabited, searching for her. But the dark shadow in the corner didn't.
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Castiel shook his head at the complete obliviousness of his niece and his charge. It hadn't been his intention to spy when he entered the room, but when he saw the two curled together and more relaxed than they'd ever been, he couldn't help but stay and watch. Now it was clear he had to step up his game. The two were made for each other. They might actually be soul mates (he'd have to ask Theliel about that) but they were both to blind to see it.
Mentally, he began to plot. He was tired of this. They were all tired of this. Even Gabriel and Balthazar were getting tired of it, and they hated the thought of Alek with anyone, much less Dean. He'd pull out all the stops. This involved the only niece of all of heaven's angels, and the first Halfling in over six centuries. The child would've been spoilt and doted on by them all if Qaphiel had trusted his brothers and sisters with the information, but, Castiel cringed, considering the planning and plotting that had consumed most of them for the past 50 years, he could understand why the Angel of the Moon had kept his daughter a secret. Now, Castiel was going to give them all a way to make up for lost time. And in the process, hopefully they'd help Alek and Dean find a permanent peace with each other.
Calling to Theliel, Rahmiel, Miniel, Duma, and Anael as he went, the Angel of Thursday quietly crept from the room and down the stairs. By the time he was through, he'd see Alek and Dean at the altar. He swore it.