Hey everyone! Welcome to the next chapter. I always feel like I'm apologizing for taking so long to post. My mom had a major surgery so I've been taking care of her along with going to work, so I've been pretty busy.
This chapter was originally two separate chapters, but I decided that I wanted to combine them into one mega-chapter. A lot is going on, but hopefully you enjoy. Also, this chapter includes the first "smut scene" that I've ever published, so I'm really just hoping to get more comfortable with writing them/better at it with time.
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Chapter Eleven: Together
"Okay, so, I just keep drinking until I feel something?" Amriel asked, now wearing her new dress and the high heels that put her at a closer height to Castiel's lips, so it was easier for her to kiss him.
"Yeah," he said, pulling out a couple of small glasses that the motel supplied and the cold orange juice for himself, watching her open the bottle of 151. "We'll keep track on a pad of paper."
Amriel was excited to say the very least. She had wanted to do this since Cas told her he drank an entire liquor store. But that was when he had been a full angel. She wasn't nearly as powerful, so she didn't think it would take anywhere that much.
Cas opened a cold beer and took a swig- they had just eaten dinner, so he knew that he wouldn't become inebriated as quickly as he would on an empty stomach. Amriel, on the other hand, poured herself a generous glass of the rum and held her drink out in a toast, like she had seen in movies.
"Cheers?" she asked, unsure if that was the proper term, and Castiel nodded, tapping his beer against her cup. "Cheers."
Cas sipped at his drink slowly, watching Amriel as she practically chugged hers, setting the glass down when it was empty and letting out a quiet hiss.
"That certainly… burns?" She glanced up to him as she rubbed her chest to try and make the feeling stop. She wondered if she was explaining it correctly and when Cas shrugged and refilled her glass, she figured she was.
"It certainly has a distinct taste. That's one," Cas marked down a tally on the tiny pad of motel paper using the pen that came with it as well. He had written her name at the top of it in messy handwriting, realizing it was one of the first things he had penned in English in a very long time.
Half of the bottle of 151 was now gone, and Amriel was still speaking coherently. While Castiel had only consumed two beers before he started to feel dizzy, Amriel was busy pouring her seventh drink and quickly downing it.
"I don't think this is working. Maybe I need to try drinking more at a faster rate…" She downed another two drinks quickly, and Cas marked down another two tallies.
"Alcohol takes some time to hit you, Elle, maybe you should slow down," Cas mumbled, watching her take a long swig straight out of the bottle. Should he count that in his total?
"There it is again," she said as she set the bottle down. "You've been calling me Elle. Is that a nickname?"
"Yeah," he nodded, watching as she emptied the bottle into her glass. "It suits you better than Amy. Do you not like it?"
She furrowed her brows in thought and Castiel suddenly found himself worried. What if he had been calling her that and she didn't want him to?
"I like it more than Amy," she told him with a smile. Amriel honestly preferred it when Cas called her by her actual name, but for some reason she liked that he made up a moniker for her. It was meant for her and her alone, which was something she had never experienced in Heaven.
Amriel had finished off the bottle of rum and opened up the plastic Nikolai bottle. She took a sip and coughed, her eyes screwing shut and a burning sensation worse than the rum spread through her chest.
"This is absolutely foul. Where's that orange juice?" She got up from her seat on the couch, setting the bottle back on the table and heading towards the refrigerator, swaying slightly as she walked.
"Are you sure you don't feel anything yet? You seem to be walking differently." Castiel watched as she leaned over and peered into the fridge- he found himself staring at her small figure and he wanted nothing more than to feel her body against his. That dress hugged her form, leaving little to the imagination and her legs were long and lean, and he wondered what it'd be like to have them entangled with his. Cas had only had sex once, but he had been imagining it with Amriel more and more lately and he wasn't sure why.
"I think it's these shoes- they're not very stable on carpet," Amriel said as she pulled out of the fridge with the carton of juice. "I should probably just take them off."
Amriel lifted one foot while trying to balance on the other, and with the juice in her left hand she tried to take off one of her shoes. Stumbling, she clattered to the floor and Cas was up and at her side in a matter of seconds.
"I think you're a little drunk," Cas said with a laugh, picking up the orange juice and setting it on top of the fridge before leaning down and helping Amriel up off of the ground. He picked her up and deposited her on the small kitchen counter, removing both of her shoes and letting them fall to the floor with a thud.
"Maybe just a little," she nodded, noticing that she was now eye level with him as she sat on the counter. "Come here, Castiel."
Cas had been busy returning the orange juice to the fridge when she called for him, and he was quickly in front of her, admiring the way her hair fell over her shoulders and nearly touched her elbows. He reached out and picked up a strand, wondering how it was so soft. He mumbled to himself in Enochian without even realizing it, but Amriel heard him loud and clear. "How are you so awe-inspiring?"
Amriel shook her head and smiled before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him close enough to press a kiss to his soft lips. Cas groaned in response and moved so that he was standing in between her legs, her dress riding up her thighs. One of his hands went to rest on her hip while the other tangled itself in her hair, and he deepened their kiss. Amriel was running on instinct and what she had seen in movies, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, moving to kiss the corner of his mouth before leaning her forehead against his.
"Cas, do you want to-" she couldn't even form the question, knowing that she shouldn't have to ask something like that. She wasn't even sure what to say.
He knew what she was asking, and a quiet yes flew out of his mouth before he could even think about it. He wanted nothing more than to be as close as humanly possible to her- in fact, he had dreamt about it more than he'd like to admit. Cas pulled back, holding her at arm's length and asking if she was sure.
"I want to experience all facets of being human, and I want to experience them with you," Amriel answered as she reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it behind him somewhere near the bed.
Cas lifted her off of the counter and Amriel wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms tightening around his neck until he laid her on the bed, keeling over her and pressing wet kisses all over her neck and collarbone, feeling his heart skip a beat when she let out a quiet moan.
"You're wearing too much," he told her, his voice somehow a little deeper than it normally was, and he had her lift her hips so he could get the tight dress off of her body. It took a little work since he didn't know there was a zipper, but Cas was determined and once Amriel was rid of the garment he sat back and stared down at her exposed skin, realizing he had never seen her in her underwear before.
Amriel ran her fingers over his chest and neck, amazed by how soft his skin was. Textures were fascinating now that she was in a human body, and she could have spent an eternity touching Cas.
Arching her back, Amriel reached beneath herself and undid her bra, tossing it to the side. She had no knowledge of what she was supposed to do other than what she had seen on television, so she let her fingers follow the lines of his body, all the way down to the hem of his checkered boxers.
Cas bit his lip as he felt her hand slip into his underwear and he let out a quiet groan when her fingers grazed over his manhood, igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach that he had never felt before. Amriel wrapped her hand around him and Cas gasped, startling the girl and making her fumble and withdraw her hand.
"I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" She asked and Castiel shook his head, wanting nothing more than for her to do it again.
"No, quite the opposite, actually." He murmured as he ground his hips against hers, watching her eyes widen as she felt his hard member against her.
"Oh... I think I understand now," she nodded and then she asked, "Can I do it again?"
Cas shook his head, telling her that he had something else in mind. Pressing a searing kiss to her lips, Castiel sent her a smile before he started to kiss down her neck and chest until he found her soft, pink nipple and swirled his tongue around it, making her elicit a moan that made his chest tighten. While he busied his mouth, his right hand ran up along her stomach and found her other nipple, and he rolled the hard nub between his fingers.
"Th- that feels wonderful, Castiel," she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pulling him closer to her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Suddenly Cas lifted his head and stared straight at Amriel, "Say my name again."
"Castiel," she rasped, "I want you to make love to me."
She saw him pause for a moment and she wondered if she had done something wrong. A girl had said that in a movie she saw, so she thought it was appropriate... But she didn't have much time to dwell on it when Cas sat up and tugged off her panties as well as his boxers before tossing them aside and settling above her, their chests barely grazing as their breaths mingled together between them.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and trailing his thumb along the soft skin underneath her breast.
"I want nothing more," Amriel nodded, and with that confirmation, Cas slid one finger, then two into her opening and heard her let out a small sigh. She was tight and warm, which only turned him on more than he thought possible. He could only imagine what it would feel like once he was actually inside of her, but he wouldn't have to wait long for that.
Once he felt her grip on his fingers relax after a few moments, Cas withdrew his fingers and Amriel groaned in annoyance, making him laugh.
"Patience is a virtue, Elle," he smiled, lining himself with her opening, teasing her slick outer lips with the tip of his member before gently sinking into her inch by inch, giving her time to adjust.
The air was thick with their arousal and Castiel could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he gazed down at the girl beneath him, her eyes closed for a moment until she opened them suddenly, gray meeting blue as she nodded, giving him a sweet smile that he took as a sign to continue.
Cas began to withdraw himself from her and slowly but surely he found his rhythm, but what surprised him the most was when Amriel threw one of her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into his skin and meeting him thrust for thrust.
There was no space between them now, his face was buried in her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he listened to her soft gasps and moans, and Cas knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Amriel was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. From Castiel's hand gripping her hip to the way his hot breath fell across her neck paired with the way he was rolling his hips in time with hers- she had never experienced anything like this in her entire existence.
"Cas, I-" she cut herself off, her vision filled with nothing but white light as her body suddenly tensed and she felt like she was falling from Heaven all over again.
When Castiel heard her call out his name, he was momentarily worried before he felt her muscles pulsing around his member, and he too fell into his own abyss of pleasure, his vision fading in and out as he thrust into her a few more times before letting out the breath he had been holding and lying his head against her shoulder, exhausted.
As they laid together, both completely worn out from their exploration of each other, Castiel realized that this was something completely different than the sex he had with that reaper. It was fueled by something greater than lust, and he was trying to figure out exactly what it was. He didn't notice that he had been staring her until she spoke up.
"What?" Amriel asked, sending him a confused look as she laid against her pillow. "Is there something wrong?"
Castiel shook his head and opened his mouth to say something but he found that it was dry. Clearing his throat with a small cough, he answered, "No, you're just the most beautiful thing I've seen in all of creation."
He watched her flush, the pink spreading from her cheeks down to her neck and chest and she took his hands with hers, lacing their fingers together.
"You're referring to my vessel, aren't you?" Amriel wondered if Cas would still feel that way if she was in a different body, but he assured her that he was attracted to her as a being, not her vessel.
"It's hard to explain in human terms," he said, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "I knew you to be beautiful in Heaven and that beauty has manifested here on Earth in everything that you do."
Amriel realized that she felt similarly, and she smiled up at him as she said, "I feel the same way. I think I love you, Cas."
That was it. He was feeling an exorbitant amount of love, but he couldn't put his finger on it until now. Castiel smiled, his blue eyes lighting up as he felt a warmth spread through his chest.
"And I love you too," he answered, running his fingers along her cheek and admiring how soft her skin was. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and frowned. "Did you unplug the clock?"
"No, why?" Amriel asked, yawning as she spoke. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the clock was flashing, its red numbers reading 12:00 every time and she shrugged. "I'll figure out how to set it later."
There was a full moon out, so the small gap in between the curtains was all they needed to see in the motel room. Amriel could clearly see the stubble on Castiel's face and remembered how good it felt against her skin when they kissed. They laid in bed talking, their conversations shifting between English and Enochian, when the topic was about a memory of Heaven or a joke another angel had told.
"And they didn't get it?" Amriel asked, completely baffled by Castiel's recounting of their run-in with the Whore of Babylon.
"No," he shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "They assumed it was an exorcism. Sam and Dean aren't exactly the brightest."
"Well of course not. Then again, they don't speak Enochian so they wouldn't know." Amriel felt like she had to defend Sam for some reason, but she left it at that. "You said that's at the same time you drank the liquor store?"
"Yeah- a poor choice on my part, but it seemed like a good idea at the time." Cas shrugged and she nodded in understanding. It had been after he received word from Joshua that God wanted him to back off, of course he was going to be upset.
"I'm sure you had a terrible- um, what's it called? Hangedover?" Amriel tried to think of the word, but Cas corrected her gently, knowing that these distinctly human phrases weren't the easiest to understand.
"A hangover, and yes. I had a terrible headache that lasted for what felt like years. Speaking of that, how are you feeling?"
It had been hours since either of them drank any alcohol, and Cas was completely sober, so he wondered if Amriel was as well. She blinked a few times and bit her lip, like she was waiting for a sign or something.
"I think I'm fine. I'm not dizzy or feeling ill, so I don't think I'll have a hangover," she beamed, "I don't ever wish to have one of those."
"Trust me, if you kept drinking that vodka you would've been in for a bad one in the morning. What would you like to do tomorrow?" Cas rolled so he was on his back, and Amriel sat up and grabbed his t-shirt from off the ground, slipping it on and enjoying how soft it felt. She found the remote for the television on the bedside table and turned it on, finding a channel that was playing a late night talk show.
"I think Marissa wants to get something called a pedicure in the morning. Maybe after that we could go to the park if it's nice out?" She glanced to her right to see Cas nod slightly, his eyes barely open as he began to drift off to sleep. Amriel lay back down and moved closer to him, smiling when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and had her rest her head against his chest. She liked being able to hear his heart beating. With a yawn, Amriel told him goodnight, receiving a "g'night" in return.
Leaving Cas to sleep in, Amriel met up with Marissa at a nail salon, a place the former angel had never been before. The girls chose nail polish and soaked their feet, while Amriel thumbed through a gossip magazine that she had seen on a rack at the gas station. Marissa was busy checking gossip news on her phone, showing Amriel photos of dresses and outfits on celebrities that she liked.
"Who exactly is Miley Cyrus and why does she have her tongue out all the time?" Amriel asked, holding up the magazine for Marissa to see, and the redhead's eyes widened as she set down her phone.
"You don't know who Miley Cyrus is? Amy, do you live under a rock?"
Amriel frowned, laying the magazine down in her lap and blinking a few times, unsure of how to respond. She felt strange, like she had been insulted, and she quickly shrugged and said that she didn't get out much.
"I don't pay close enough attention to popular culture, I guess," she answered quietly, turning to watch the man that was scrubbing her feet and massaging them. She thought she had been doing a good job when it came to watching television and movies, but apparently it wasn't enough.
A few quiet moments passed before Marissa said, "I'm sorry, it was just a joke.. You seem different, though. Happier, almost like you-" Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened before her pale pink lips formed a wide smile on her face. "You and Steve finally hooked up."
"Uh- yes, several times last night," she nodded, "It was much different than movies depict."
Marissa laughed and nodded, glad that her friend had a good first time. Hers on the other hand had taken place at a frat party and she barely remembered it the morning after. Plus she had classes with the guy and it was pretty awkward. Instead of thinking about past mistakes though, Marissa asked more about Steve. She had only interacted with the guy a few times and he had been stiff and awkward, kinda like Amy was when she first met her.
"What's Steve like outside of the good old Gas-N-Sip? Does he like.. do puzzles and watch the news all the time?" Marissa didn't know what 35-year-old men did in their spare time, so she threw out something that sounded like it made sense.
"No, not puzzles. He likes card games, actually," Amriel thought about how he taught her how to play poker and Go Fish. "Steve is really… family oriented. He'd do anything for them, and I'm the same way. He's been through a lot in the past few years, but he's stronger because of it."
Marissa noticed the look in her friend's eyes and clearly identified it as a girl that was clearly in love. To each her own, she guessed, smiling at the blonde before looking down to see that her toes were nearly done being painted a navy blue.
"So that's why he's working at the gas station? He's doing some soul searching?"
"You could say that, I guess," Amriel nodded. "I'm um, in a similar situation. My Father left, and my siblings and I were kicked out of our home after a fight. We don't get along very well, and so we went our separate ways. This has been the longest I've stayed in a town since I left home, and Steve has really helped me. You have, too, Marissa."
They moved from the massage chairs to sit with their feet beneath a bright, UV light, and Marissa thought about how something that seemed as easy and simple as a friendship could help someone in ways she didn't even realize. She knew that Amy was a little strange, but Marissa thought it was endearing and she liked teaching her about fashion and makeup.
"You're like a sister to me, Amy. I hope you know that. What are you doing after this? We should grab a smoothie or something," she suggested, watching the blonde's smile fall.
"I'm going out with Steve, otherwise I would. But we can go together and I can get a smoothie for him too before I have to meet him," Amriel offered, not wanting to disappoint her only friend. It was the first nice day the town was experiencing in months- the sun was shining and a heavy coat wasn't necessary, which was a welcomed reprieve for Amriel, who was sick of winter.
Marissa nodded before checking their toes and saying they were ready to head out. The girls paid- well, Marissa insisted on paying for the both of them, much to Amriel's annoyance. On their way to the smoothie shop, Amriel decided that she was going to buy Marissa's drink- it was the least she could do.
Cas was brushing his teeth when he heard Amriel come in the door to the motel room. He heard the clatter of the key hitting the desk, along with her footsteps as she approached the bathroom he was standing in. Glancing in the mirror, Cas saw that she was carrying two styrofoam cups with bright orange straws, and she was wearing an excited look on her face.
"I brought you a smoothie!" she announced, setting it on the bathroom counter and returning to the main room. "It's peach mango. Mine is passion fruit, if you want to taste it when you're done. Oh, and there was a note on the door from the hotel management apologizing for a power outage last night… Did I do that to you?"
Amriel saw that his bare back was covered in red, thin lines and she looked down at her nails with a frown. He turned around and checked in the mirror, shrugging as he finished brushing his teeth.
Once he pulled on a shirt, he glanced over his appearance in the mirror once more, determining that he looked presentable before picking up his drink and walking out into the room as well.
"You didn't have to get me one, I appreciate it," he said, taking a sip from the straw. "And the scratches aren't a big deal. I didn't even notice until you said something. Now, you wanted to go to the park?"
Amriel nodded, saying that lots of people would be out because it was a Sunday and the weather was finally good enough to spend the day outside. She loved people watching, and she knew Cas did too. There was something calming about sitting and watching everything around them, trying to understand human nuances and figuring out what they meant.
"Let's go then," Cas held out his hand and pulled Amriel from the bed so she was standing beside him. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, watching her smile up at him before she drank some of her smoothie and dragged him out the door, leaving him just enough time to grab his sunglasses off of the table before they were off to the park.
Seated on their usual bench, the pair of celestial beings, well, one former celestial being and an angel locked out of Heaven, watched mothers doting on children, kids playing games, and a family taking their dog for a walk.
"Do you think they realize that we're different?" Amriel asked suddenly. They had been sitting in silence for about ten minutes, observing and drinking their beverages. "We know that we're out of place, but do humans?"
Castiel thought about her question, wondering if it was true. Sure, people must have thought they were strange, not understanding jokes or cultural references. He was what humans considered awkward at times, and he knew that Amriel was the same way.
"I honestly don't know. I doubt that they think we- you're an angel, or that I was at one time. Humans are ignorant to that sort of thing. They probably think we don't get out very often."
"Marissa asked me if I live under a rock today," Amriel sighed, setting her cup beside her. "It hurt a little- I try my best to fit in."
She didn't want to sound as upset as she was, but Amriel really was trying, and Cas knew it. He saw the way she sat glued to the TV, watching how characters interacted and how they spoke to each other. She was the same way at the park, too, and she took what she saw and practiced, much like he did around the Winchesters. It was like deja vu seeing Amriel adjusting to her life on Earth. He could see it in the way she carried herself- no longer stiff like an angel within a vessel.
"You're doing a good job, Elle," he told her. "Much better than our siblings, I'm sure."
Amriel laughed at his understatement. The last time she had seen her brothers and sisters they were trying to fight each other while still figuring out what they could and couldn't do in their vessels. While they had been busy arguing, Amriel saw it as her chance to disappear without a struggle, and she had taken off. She had no desire to deal with their pettiness or their bickering.
All Amriel had wanted to do was restore Heaven and return home. Now that she had spent time with Cas, she wasn't so sure of what she wanted anymore.
"That's comforting," Amriel mumbled, leaning back against the bench and squinting. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, it was still extremely bright outside. "Spring is here, Cas. I can't wait to do away with all of these confining clothes and wear shorts. I think I recall that Amy greatly preferred those over pants."
"I'm aware. It will be nice to finally be able to go somewhere without being drenched in snow. We'll get to spend more time outside without worrying about freezing." Cas realized that in two weeks, it would be six months since he had become human. Six months since the angels fell, and about five months since Amriel had arrived. Time passed so quickly now that he was human, and he knew that he didn't want to waste any of it.
"Let's go sit on those swings," he said suddenly, standing up and taking Amriel's hand as a confused look crossed her face. She looked from Cas to the open swing set and stood, following him across the park where they sat side by side on the hanging seats.
"I don't know how to do this, Cas," her voice wavered as she swayed, thinking that she was going to fall at any second.
"Neither do I, but it seems like everyone else enjoys it. I want to start doing more than just working all the time."
Amriel could see that he was enjoying this new experience, so she nodded, "Okay. Let's start now."
A/N: Well, there you have it! I really imagined their first time being awkward and careful, but I didn't want to draw it out more than it needed to be. Stay tuned for more (and most likely better) scenes in future chapters! And again, thanks for reading! -HB