A/N: I know that a lot of you have been waiting for some M rated stuff and trust me, I'm working on it. I just didn't want it to be instant because that's not the type of relationship that I want to portray between Castiel and Allison. I did this so that she wouldn't be like his "other girls." Hopefully you guys forgive me for that .; You'll get it but till then... Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, I love you guys. Keep the messages and reviews coming :) I apologize for the wait, FF hasn't been letting me update or edit my stories x.x

"Cas?"

Some time around nine o'clock Chuck came in, bearing a fair sized breakfast of pancakes and some of 'ready-crisp' bacon. Castiel hadn't been entirely impressed with the intrusion, even if food was offered. It had taken him forever to fall asleep and once his head hit the pillow amazingly enough, the dream had been good. More than that. It had been wonderful. It was as if the dream was based off of what could have happened, had he not insisted that she leave. At least his subconscious wanted to believe that somehow they both would have shed their clothing and Allison would have ended up moaning his name. It felt safe to say that the woman had completely infected his mind. He'd thought that she was interesting before, now she was absolutely fascinating .

Chuck had set the tray down and Castiel purposely made a show of sitting in an upright position. He'd yet to figure out how he'd cover his miraculous healing, but at the time he didn't believe that outing Allison was a good idea at all. He had to have at least a few more hours to spare, he could come up with something then. While Castiel attacked the pancakes Chuck gave him the run down. Dean was going to be in his cabin for most of the day, supplies were running low again and they would need to play a longer trip. Lisa was likely to be tied up most of the day as well, Chuck wasn't sure if they'd have time to check on him but insisted that should he need anything; he could provide.

"What about Alli?" Castiel asked, mouthful of chewed breakfast foods. Chucked paused, glancing back at the door. When he looked back at Castiel it was as if the man didn't understand English. All Chuck could do was stare blankly. "Allison. Do you know what she's doing today?"

It took a second too long but eventually Chuck mustered an awkward chuckle. "Allison's offered to help me for the day. " Castiel cocked his head to the side and the prophet put his hands up. "She asked. Something about needing a distraction. Besides, I need all the help I can get. "With that Chuck took the tray from his lap, Cas having already polished everything off. "I'll tell Lisa that you're up."

He barely noticed Chuck leave. Allison had offered to spend the day in the mess hall with Chuck? That was something no one did. That was something Dean used as punishment. At least he knew where she was. He needed to talk to her; there was much that he needed to discuss with her and the sooner the better. Though he had other things to worry about, mainly Lisa appearing at some point, he found it impossible to get his mind off of Allison. While he'd found her interesting before, now Castiel was absolutely fixated with her. Since the beginning of the end of the world there was a startling lack of 'talented' people. Most were killed off, any ability instantly made them a target, demons often snatched them. Usually just because they were bored and humans were a good source of amusement. They were easy prey.

Two hours went by before there was a knock on the cabin door. Two wasted hours. He'd spent a majority of the time trying to find a way to cover his tracks. The idea of mentioning Allison was completely off the table, which meant that he had to lie. Even after all those years of trailing behind the Winchesters and walking in the human realm, it was something that he still didn't quite have a handle on. Dean openly mocked him for his inability to lie. When Lisa knocked he tried to stay calm, sitting down on the bed with his back propped against the headboard. He needed a way out.

" Morning Cas" Lisa greeted him with a small smile as she made her way across the room, leather satchel in her hands. "How are you feeling? Still in pain?" She stopped beside the bed and placed the leather bag down. Dean had found the satchel a week ago and Lisa was quick to snatch it up. She kept some of the smaller medical supplies in there, just in case.

Castiel grimaced. "Not exactly…" He muttered as Lisa's attention turned to the partially buttoned shirt which he was currently wearing. Lisa reached out to grab a bit of the material but he quickly pushed her hand away.

"Oh, so now you're bashful? You do remember that my first night here you tried to get me to join in on one of those sessions of yours" Lisa shook her head, dodging the hand that was trying to keep her away. Castiel didn't look pleased at all, though Lisa was clearly amused. The woman undid the remaining buttons with ease and only when she tried to push the shirt off of his shoulders did he try to stop her again.

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt as much, I think I've finally started to heal." Castiel looked up at her, half hoping she'd skip the check-up. Naturally, rather than listen to him Lisa quickly shoved the shirt down his shoulders.

She shook her head, craning her neck to get a better view of the damage. "You're not fine. I know you're still in-" Her eyes widened and her jaw grew slack. Castiel flinched back. "What the fuck?"

That was about the reaction he'd been expecting. Lisa looked like she'd seen a ghost or something. He could understand her surprise. His reaction had been eerily similar when he'd noticed the lack of bruises and pain. Lisa instantly took a step back, running a hand through her dark hair. She demanded to know what he'd done. IT was strange, Lisa never really sounded commanding. It took a special situation to drag it out of her. Generally she was the good cop, Dean filled up the other role quite nicely. He wasn't quick to jump to his own defense – as he didn't actually have one yet. As much as he liked the woman he knew that at some point anything he told her would work it's way back to Dean. That wasn't to say that Lisa couldn't be trusted. With personal matters and other things she was an excellent confident but there were certain issues that she couldn't seem to keep to herself. Saying that Allison possessed some sort of odd healing property was just the type of information that she would feel obligated to share.

That just couldn't happen.

Rather than lie, he told her the truth. Or rather a version that was close to the truth. He removed the details of Allison sneaking into the cabin and interrupting his brooding, and there was no mention of physical contract. Instead Cas insisted that he'd woken up that way. Lisa wasn't exactly buying into it just yet. A good fifteen minutes later he was still trying to explain.

"You know that I can't do anything. I can't heal myself at all. I am every bit as human as you are. There was no divine intervention." Castiel insisted in an exasperated voice.

Lisa's face was stoic, slightly confused. "How is that possible? You had to have done something."

The man rolled his dark eyes. "I told you, I didn't do anything." Castiel paused, taking the time to put his shirt back on properly. "You know that I can't lie." The words weren't more than a mutter, they weren't exactly said for Lisa's benefit but she seemed to have heard them anyway.

She was silent. Likely having a mental debate.

Of course she knew that in all actuality, There wasn't anything that Cas could do. She'd witnessed first hand just how human he was. It really was unlikely that he'd resort to some sort of ritual to heal himself. Sure, the man complained more than the average person when he was sick or injured but he dealt with it. No one in the camp had ever done healing by ritual means that was frowned upon to a near militant extreme. Dean was against it so like it or not, they all were supposed to be. Sure, more often than not Castiel and Dean butted heads but would the angel flat out defy him? No, that was highly unlikely.

"I don't want this to be a big deal," His face turned pleading as she looked back at him. "We've seen stranger things."

Lisa crossed her arms over her chest. "We've seen stranger." She repeated to herself. "I've got a meeting with the head honcho…I should go." Lisa picked the satchel off of the bed, quickly slinging it over her shoulder. Not a single glance back as she walked to the door, pace quicker than usual. Castiel swore under his breath. It was going to be a big deal, he knew it.

Rather than stay in the cabin and wait for Dean to come by and play a ruthless and uncomfortable game of twenty questions, he made the bed and left. He considered going to the mess hall and cornering Allison but that wasn't a good idea. He still didn't know what he'd say. So he did what he normally did when stuck in a rut, he went to the teaching cabin. He wasn't surprised when he saw a few of the camps girls milling around, clearly lost without him. The second they saw him they rushed to his side. Expressing happiness and concern. It was rather sweet. Though they were all foggy on one thing, they didn't understand how he was out of bed so soon. It was common knowledge that his injuries would put him out for a few weeks at the least, and there he was less than a week later. They were stunned but no one complained.

The lesson was fairly low-key. He stuck to the topic of meditation and similar things, which he thanked for his 'miraculous healing'. Castiel decided to stick to the basics, as a great portion of his time spent in the cabin was going to be devoted to the conversation with Allison which he was so set on having. So while he was explaining positive thought to his little group, his mind was centered on Allison.

Somehow he managed to turn meditation into a topic that spanned at least six hours. Not once during that time did anyone barge, he'd expected Dean to come storming but he hadn't. Castiel could only assume that Lisa hadn't shared the 'good news' yet. When he'd finally run out of things to say and he wished his devote followers a pleasant night they looked at him expectantly. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the women wanted. Him, naturally. Unfortunately for them he wasn't exactly in a sharing sort of mood. He said that he was tired and that he wasn't quite feeling up for it. He'd had to disappoint them. It wasn't exactly a full blown lie, he was tired and he didn't feel up to it. Though despite that, if he wanted to he was sure that he would extremely talented, as he always was. They pouted by didn't argue. One by one they cast him a sheepish smile and then left, no one made a scene which he was grateful for. Once the cabin had cleared out he stayed behind in the quiet for an hour, finalizing his thoughts – perfecting the script.

By the time he allowed himself to leave it was after dinner. He'd yet to see Lisa again and Dean hadn't made an appearance. That was as good as it was bad. If they were still in a meeting that meant something bad was going to happen. When they spent the day all locked in Deans cabin, no good ever came out of it. However Castiel tried to put that out of his mind. He would deal with Dean when the man finally got around to checking in, not before that.

The dining hall was lit up like a Christmas tree and people were coming and going, the dinner was at its tail end. Castiel went around the side of the hall, entering through the kitchen. No one seemed to notice his arrival, everyone was busy stacking plates or carrying trays of steaming hot food out to the serving counter. Only once Chuck rushed into the room did people notice.

"What are you looking at? It's Cas. Back to work." Chuck waved his clipboard at two of the cooks who had decided to stop and stare. Chuck's stressed out voice was enough to send them on their way. "What are you doing up?" The man asked, bringing his clipboard against his chest. Chuck looked just as confused as everyone else.

Castiel chose to ignore the question; he didn't really want to answer it again. "Is Allison here? I need to speak with her." The words came out in a far more anxious tone than he had originally anticipated.

Chuck shook his head, glancing down at the floor. "You just missed her. I told her she could pack it in for the night. She's probably showering-"

"Thanks Chuck." Castiel cut him off, turning away from the shorter man who now looked completely distressed. He was gone in the blink of an eye, a man on a mission . Which meant that he didn't hear Chuck.

"I don't think that she wants to talk to you!"

Aside from the mess hall the bathrooms and showers took up the second largest building on the site. It was roughly a two minute walk, or in Castiel's case, jog to get there. The complex was one level divided into four areas. The men's bathrooms and showers were on left the while the women's were on the right. He paused in front of the door marked 'showers' . He could hear the low rumble of water on the other side.

Castiel slowly pulled the door opened and stepped inside. A wave of heat and steam hit him the second he entered. All of it coming from the second stall on the left. Every stall had a metal door that wasn't quite full length. There were five or six inches off of the bottom, just enough so that you could see a persons feet. He stood in front of the door, arms crossed. "Allison?" He called out, trying to cut through the sound of the water. She was in there, he could see her feet. There was a pause on the other side, There was a dull thud and the sound of the water shutting off followed.

"Cas? What are you doing out of bed?"

She didn't sound at all pleased. If he could see her face he had no doubt that she would have been glaring at him. Why did she sound angry? He couldn't help but wonder. Why was no one pleased to see him up about about.

He decided to ignore that. Instead getting right to the point. " We need to talk. "

" Really? Because I don't think that we do." The door swung open , metal narrowly missing his face. He managed to jump out of the way before it did damage. Standing in the center of the stall was Allison, wrapped up in a housecoat which he immediately identified as his. It was a tan color, much like the old trench coat that he had worn back in his angelic days. The belt that tied it was a blue. Dean had picked it up a few years back, making some joke about how his coat was now in human form. To this day Castiel still didn't find it funny. The housecoat had been shoved into the back of his wardrobe, he'd never worn it before. For a moment he concentrated how nice Allison looked. Her dark hair looked almost black in the light, still soak strands framing her face. The housecoat was wrapped tight enough to accent certain curves…it was enough to completely draw him away from the initial subject. Allison let out a low cough and his eyes instantly flew back up to her face. The only thing that was currently unattractive about her was the look that she was giving him.

Allison's lip formed a thin grimace. "Why aren't you in bed? "

"That's what we need to talk about." He snapped back. Rather than wait for her to round with a snide remark, his finger hastily worked at the buttons of his shirt. He had them undone in seconds and his movements were every bit as frantic as he shrugged the material off of his shoulders, removing it entirely. Allison's eyes widened. He wasn't sure if it was because of the manic show he'd just put on or if it was because of the fact that the bruises were gone. It was anyone's guess. She took a few steps towards him, right hand outstretched.

"You're…healed?" The poor girl looked and sounded every bit as confused as Lisa had been. "How the hell?" Her fingers ran down the length of his ribcage, eyes constantly flickering back up to see if her actions warranted any actual reaction. Her fingers were lean and damp; they felt as if they were leaving trails of smouldering coals along his side. Castiel tried not to focus on that but it was difficult. Very difficult. After a minute she finally pulled her hand away, done with her importune examination. He almost immediately missed the feelings of her finger tips tracing his skin.

The woman was far too distracting.

Allison shoved her hands into the pockets of her robe, eyes locking with his. "What did you do?" She asked with the same expectant tone that Lisa had used. All he could do was shrug.

"I kissed you."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I was there for that. I mean what did you do to get rid of the bruises?" Any small hope he had of her understanding were completely dashed.

"I didn't do anything." Castiel paused, gesturing to his side then to Allison. "You did." In his mind he had hoped that the conversation was going to flow better than it was. Though in his mind Allison was accepting and not impossibly stubborn.

Allison wrinkled her nose, glaring up at him. "What do you mean I did it?" At that moment he would have much preferred the Allison that had been in his head. "How could I do…that? Are you saying that I'm a witch or something?" While she looked pissed off, he almost wanted to laugh. Someone was jumping to conclusions.

"No," He shook his head, reaching for her arm. "If you'd give me a minute I could explain." The angel wasn't quite sure that just explaining would help him. He had a different method. It was bold but it had grabbed her attention yesterday, he didn't see why it wouldn't work now.

Castiel quickly pulled her against him, one arm wrapping around her waist. He leaned down and while his lips were supposed to meet hers, instead they met with the palm of her hand.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Allison hissed at him, giving his face a small shove before trying to back out of the awkward embrace. "Mind letting me go?" The words were in the form of a question but the look in her eyes said that it was a demand more than anything.

"Yes, I mind. I need you to listen to me. You're the one who healed me. " Castiel's tone was now dead serious. Lucky for both of them, looks couldn't actually kill.

Allison's face was over cast by a shadow. Expression practically blank. "That's ridiculous."

The ex-angel sighed. "I know how it sounds but you did it Allison. The shock that I felt? That was you. It was all you."

Her face was blank. Nothing.

"I know that you felt it too."

"I didn't."

Castiel didn't skip a beat. "You did. Do you know what that shock was? It was energy. Energy that came from you. When we kissed it transferred to me, it sped up the healing process. I know it sounds crazy-"

Allison's hands came up, roughly shoving at his chest. "As long as you know that, now get away from me." He stumbled backwards, hitting the pane between stalls on the opposite side of the hall. Allison crashed against with a thump, sending them both to the cold tiled floor. Allison had more or less ended up in his lap, while he was force back against the wall. I was an awkward position. This was not the outcome that he had originally predicted. He wasn't ready to give up just yet, even if he was at a clear disadvantage.

"Allison, you're special."

She looked as if she was going to him. "I'm not!" Allison was seething now " I-I'm not some sort of freak! Do I need to prove it to you?"

Castiel frowned. There was no way that she could. He already knew, he wasn't the one who was in-denial. He gave her a firm nod "Go ahead."

Without warning she grabbed his chin, Allison's lips crashed against his. If that was how she planned to prove that he was wrong, it was a terrible idea. The second her mouth came in contact with his he felt it. It was like a jolt, stronger than it had been the previous night. It was like an entirely new feeling. His reaction was immediate; the arm around her waist pulled her flush against him. She felt so warm, it made him shudder. Allison herself was shivering but Cas didn't know why. He'd expected something more chaste . He'd expected her to pull away. Castiel himself was the first person to do that.

Allison looked bewildered. The woman was flushed, color flooding into her cheeks. "I know you felt it." Castiel's voice was low, gravely even. Breath hitching with every word. "You're not a freak, Allison. You're special."

It was funny. Despite the fact that he was still speaking on the subject of Allison healing him, his mind was elsewhere. Just last night they'd been locked in a similarly heated embrace, one that had ended all too soon.

"I'm leaving now." Allison whispered in a small voice, glancing over her shoulder to avoid and and all eye contact. Suddenly it wasn't about the mysterious healing, or whether or not she was special. It was almost as if something inside him snapped; or someone flicked a switch.

He leaned in, slowly pressing his lips against the side of her neck. "No, you're not."

The thought of her moving was unpleasant, almost sad. She was so warm. He was able to completely overlook the fact that they were currently on the floor in the shower room and that someone could walk in at any moment. When she looked at him it was like every other thought fled his mind. Her gaze was smouldering, not unlike the look that she'd held last night after she'd kissed him. What he would have given to have a repeat of those events.

"You are special." It sounded more forceful that time. He handed meant for it to, that was just the way the words slipped out.

He'd half expected an argument, but all he got in return was silence. Special and gorgeous. Allison was watching him. Considering the many other things that she could have been doing, watching wasn't so bad. She wasn't pushing him or struggling to get away. She'd settled into his lap, whether that had been her intention or not Castiel had no way of knowing. What he would have liked to understood was why she was still there. Yes, his arm was around her waist but if she wanted to get up it would have been easy enough to do. Instead she sat there, it was almost torturous. He didn't dare move. The two stayed that way for what felt like forever. That was until Allison moved. Rather than move away she moved closer, hands pressed against his chest. "Listen to me, Cas. I didn't do it. I don't know why you think that it was me…but I'm telling you, there's no way in hell or anywhere else that I healed you." The urgency to her words made him cringe. It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than anything else. She slowly pushed him back, allowing herself to get up.

"Allison?" Castiel followed suit, but by the time he was on his feet she had already emptied the stall of her clothing and slipped on her shoes. She pushed by him, shoulder roughly clipping his as she walked past.

She didn't say anything till she reached the door, but even then it was only one word. One small word.

"Don't."

This was not how the conversation was supposed to go.

A/N: Where do they go from here?