Gabriel

I had to tell her. She deserved to know. Now was not the time. There was so much I had to get straight in my own noggin first.

When I sensed the demon, I slowly got out of bed. I slid my coat on and quietly crept from the room. If she heard the flutter of my wings and woke up to find me gone, I'd be in such a mess. The door closed and I turned to take off.

"So." His voice sounded loud in my ears. "What have we here?"

"Crowley." I sighed again.

"Come now, you sensed me before. Don't pussyfoot now."

He, typically, stood with his hands clenched in his pockets. It was times like these when I recognized his nonchalant manner. He thought he was in charge.

"I know what you're here for, and I've already decided to tell her."

"Oh? This was a choice, was it?"

I gritted my teeth, "I get that you have some sick obsession with her, but nothing good is going to come out of this, Crowley."

He shifted his weight, "All evidence to the contrary."

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"What? You and your family planning an attack on the King of the Crossroads just for slumming it with a human some archangel has a school-boy crush on? Please."

Anger rose up inside of my vessel. I hadn't felt like this since my family's last argument. Crowley's eyebrows furrowed and he smirked. I wiped it off really quick. Grabbing him by his collar, I slammed him into the cement and took off outta there. Sasha would probably hear that and wake up.

Sasha

A loud slam jolted me from my sleep. Charlie was gone. He left a while ago, it seemed; the bed was no longer warm. I got up to investigate the sound, but my phone went off.

"Hello?"

"Sasha, it's Sam. Can you come meet us?" his voice rang through my ears as I opened the door to find a cracked block of cement.

"Us?"

"Yeah, it's Dean. Dean's back." I closed the door and ran around the room, getting my things. Sam gave me the coordinates so I stole a car and got my ass there as quickly as possible.

As soon as I saw him, I dropped my bags and ran over to Dean. We embraced tightly and I couldn't help the tears that fell from my eyes.

They gave me all the details, but one stuck out: he was resurrected by an angel named Castiel who claims that God has work for him.

The day I met Castiel terrified me. His eyes were so piercing. It was as if he knew every though – and maybe he did. I couldn't help but worry that he knew of my relationship with Crowley. Angel and demon violence was not something I was looking forward to, if that's where this was heading.

"I've heard much about you, Sasha Jennings." That single line played over and over in my head the whole night. What does he know?

When my cell phone rang that night, I stepped outside and wondered why calling me recently became so popular.

"Hello?"

"Sasha! Hey, it's…Charlie."

I breathed, "I was wondering where you went…haven't heard from you since that night. How long ago was that?" I was sort of ticked, to be honest. Sure, I didn't put out, but that doesn't mean that he can just scurry off in the middle of the night. A part of me wondered if that's all it was to him. If I'd let him have sex with me that night, would he have ran away?

"Look, m'sorry. I was an idiot and should have left a note. There's just…a lot on my mind lately, yanno? Family trouble and some other things I have to take care of." He paused, probably waiting for me to accept his apology. Call me crazy, but I was still a bit jaded. "I wanted to make it up to ya, but you were gone when I came back."

"Oh? And when did you go back?" I wrapped my arm around my waist in a feeble attempt to shield myself from the cool night air.

He paused, "A week or so…"

"'A week or so'?" I quoted him in disbelief.

"Ok, two weeks! But you weren't there and I'm just…"

"You're what? Lost without me? Bull! I'd love to be seventeen again and fall for that lovey dovey crap, but sweetie I know better. You're off with family issues and playing tricks on people. I get it. You're into your work. That's fine. But next time-"

He cut me off, "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"What!?" I was taken aback, "Char-"

"Look up."

"You're fucking nuts."

"Look up."

I did and practically dropped my phone. Charlie was dressed in a nice shirt and jeans, leaned against a car. He pocketed his phone and gestured for me to come over. I pushed my phone in my pocket and made my way over to him, glancing to see if the brothers were peeking out yet.

He stopped me in my tracks with a kiss. He always tasted like candy. I was weak whenever in his presence.

"I assume you're with the boys."

"How'd you-"

He pressed his finger to my lips, "You wrote down the coordinates in Sharpie in your hurry. Bled right through to the next page."

"You broke into my hotel room."

"Hey," he put his hands up, "I had to see if everything was alright in there. God knows, some monster coulda pulled you right in his grasp and taken you alive."

"Nice thought."

He nodded, "How about you go tell the brother's you're going drinking. Come out with me. Let me make it up to you." I gnawed at my lower lip. "Now, honey, don't do that. Let me do it for you." He kissed me again; this time biting lightly at my lower lip.

"Ok, fine." I pulled out my phone and shot Sam a text that I was walking to a bar.

Charlie held my door open for me and I got in the car. He drove us to some bar in hick town. I was actually feeling properly dressed. My ripped jeans and low-cut Jack Daniels shirt fit in quite nicely. We stepped into the bar, country music blasting. People danced, some sat at tables.

"I'll get us some drinks." Charlie screamed over the music. He came back wearing a cowboy hat and holding two mugs of beer.

I stepped close to him and tipped his hat back. "Nice, cowboy."

He smirked and drank some beer. I followed suit then let him pull me to the dance floor.

"So," he spun me around, pulled me back and we swayed to the music, "does this make up for it?"

"Hmm… I wonder." I teased. I hadn't been out dancing in ages. Now, so many people have a problem with country music, but my daddy used to blast it in his truck. To say it makes me feel comforted would be an understatement. Some Gretchen Wilson was playing, if I was correct. Charlie was smooth and pressed my lips to his when the song ended. The next song played and everyone cheered. Jason Aldean.

"Good song." We made our way back to the table and drank more beer.

"Dean's back?" he asked. I told him everything, even about Cas.

He tensed, "Angels?"

"Yeah, can you believe it?"

"I can, but…I've heard they're dicks. The whole lot of 'em." He drank more beer.

I wondered if he'd ever tangled with angels before, but it seemed like a tough subject. Instead, I asked him something that had been on my mind for quite some time, "So you didn't leave that night just because I didn't put out?" I spoke in his ear over the music.

"What!? No! I wouldn't do that to you." He was serious. "I'm hurt, actually. Yeah, I am what I am, but I'm no monster."

I smiled and took in his appearance, "Let me tell you, you pull off cowboy really well."

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, "Why thank ya, ma'am." He tipped his hat. My cheeks heated up. He began singing the next lyrics in my ear, "Baby, if you're in the mood and you could settle for a one-night rodeo; you could be my tan-legged Juliet. I'll be your redneck Romeo."

My heart raced at what I did next. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him outside.

"Don't look so nervous." I laughed, pulling the keys out of his pocket then handing them to him. He eyed me curiously, "Well? What are you waiting for? Take us someplace nice…with a bed."

The intense look on his face heated my cheeks. Before I knew it, we were in the car on the way to a hotel.

If he was ever going to prove himself, tonight was the night. No more tricks. No more running off. If I made him mine and he stayed, that was it.