Only two chapters left! I'll continue the story into season 6 if you guys want.
That night, after ice cream and a movie, Ben headed up to bed. Lisa soon followed, after Dean promised to be right up. Alex, who was sitting in the chair, moved to the couch next to him, and crossed her arms. "Did Lisa know I'm an angel?" she asked suddenly.
Dean looked guilty. "No," he said firmly. "And it's going to stay that way."
"Why?" Alex looked over at him curiously.
"Because the less she knows about that kind of stuff, the better." He met Alex's gaze. "I just want what's best for her." He chuckled slightly. "And how would I even tell her? 'Surprise. This girl you've taken in is an angel?"
"An angel?" Both Dean and Alex jumped at the sound of Lisa's voice. Dean looked guilty but turned to face her.
"Yeah, you know. An angel. A great person," Dean quickly explained. Alex looked insulted, but Dean elbowed her in the gut.
Lisa approached. "Dean. We both said you wouldn't lie to me." Dean looked guilty again. "You two have been sneaking around ever since she got here." She narrowed her eyes.
"We haven't been sneaking around, Lis," Dean said. "She's been through a lot, and I need to be there for her."
Lisa stood up. "I'll be in bed if you need me." She walked off towards the stairs, swaying her hips slightly. Dean stood up to follow, but Alex pulled him back down. "Dean."
"She doesn't need to know you're an angel," Dean whispered fiercely.
"Why not?"
"It's for her best."
Alex hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. I understand."
"Just don't tell her. Okay?"
"Okay. I promise. I guess you're right. She doesn't need to know." Alex stood up, and he did so as well.
He walked her up to her room. "Sleep well." He hugged her good night.
"Night Dean." Alex closed her door behind her. She looked around her room. It was hard to believe that only a month or so ago, she was living in motel rooms with two brothers, traveling around the country, never stopping or daring to make friends. Now she had a normal life; well, as normal as it could be. She finally had a house, her own room, her own closet, her own clothes; she even had a bookshelf for her own books! She changed into her pajamas and collapsed on her bed. She lay there, not wanting to fall asleep.
"Cas?" she called softly. "You can hear me, right?" She paused. "Cas, I'm scared," she finally admitted. "I keep dreaming about, about Lucifer." She whispered his name. "It's getting worse." A tear slipped down her cheek. She waited, but nothing happened. She let out a shaky sigh. "Well, goodnight Cas. I love you."
...
"I love you," Lucifer mocked.
Alex rolled her eyes as she stood facing him. "Would it hurt to give me a day off?" she muttered. They were back in the bedroom of her house.
"But isn't this so relaxing?" Lucifer put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer. Alex bared her teeth slightly. "Ooh." Lucifer sucked in a breath. "Can you feel it? All that anger, boiling beneath your skin?" He squeezed her tight. "You sure know how to turn me on."
Alex suppressed a shiver and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
"Don't pretend, girl." Lucifer didn't let her go. "You like it."
Alex shook her head. "Not a chance." With a sudden burst of strength, pushed herself away. Lucifer dropped his arms, and Alex stumbled back. She tripped over the bed, and fell backwards onto the sheets. She quickly righted herself on the other side of the mattress.
Lucifer flew over to her. "Come on." He raised his hands. "Take a swing."
Alex looked confused. "What?"
"Punch me." He grinned. "Go on. You won't hurt me." Alex hesitated. "You may as well try before I change my mind."
Alex shrugged and balled her fist. She swung at him, connecting with his jaw.
"Ow!" Lucifer reeled back. "I meant my stomach, not my face."
Despite herself, Alex laughed. "Then you should have specified."
"I will next time." He rubbed his jaw and scowled playfully. "Come on. Try again."
Alex didn't ask questions. She punched him in the gut.
"There. You feel better?"
Alex swung at him again. Lucifer blocked her fist. "I didn't say keep going," he laughed. Alex didn't stop. Lucifer continued to block her punches. Alex tackled him, and they fell to the floor. They wrestled for awhile until Lucifer gently threw her across the room. "Calm down, girl." His laughter was contagious, because Alex smiled. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Don't make me come over there," he warned.
Alex let out a small laugh, her eyes sparkling. Lucifer crept up on her on his hands and knees. Hunger sparked in his eyes with such an intensity that it took Alex back. He moved silently, but quickly covered the distance between them. Alex scooted backwards until she was backed up against a wall. The playfulness died from her eyes. Lucifer noticed, but didn't seem to care. He crept forward until he was hovering over her, his face inches from hers.
Thinking fast, Alex pulled her knees up to her chest, then pushed them back out strongly, kicking Lucifer backwards. He let out a startled noise, and landed awkwardly in a tangle of limbs and wings. Alex flung open the bedroom door and raced down the stairs. She heard Lucifer following her, his footsteps almost silent on the wooden floor. He quickly caught up to her, scooped her up in his arms and tossed her onto the couch. Alex hit the cushions face first and quickly flipped herself around so she was facing him. She scrambled into a sitting position before he could do anything. Lucifer launched himself onto the couch next to her. Alex tensed, pulling her feet under her, ready to jump up and run off.
"You thinking of running again?" He leaned towards her. "You should. That was fun."
Alex let out a huff, but didn't move.
Lucifer shrugged. "Suit yourself." He leaned even closer to her, his eyes trained steadily on her. Alex jumped up and over the back of the couch and ran into the kitchen. "There we go," he laughed. "Le adna agi."
Alex hissed at the Enochian words. She watched him approach, like a cat stalking its prey. She unconsciously took a step backwards. As she watched, everything shimmered and disappeared.
...
She snapped open her eyes. Her room was still dark, but Alex knew something was different. She slowly sat up. As her eyes adjusted, she let out a startled cry. There was someone in the room, but the room was so dark she couldn't recognize him. She heard the door open and the lights flickered on as Dean stepped in. "Cas?" He stopped.
The angel in a trench coat stood beside Alex's bed. "Hello Dean."
"What the hell are you doing here?" the retired hunter exclaimed.
"Dean, what's going on?" Lisa froze as she caught sight of Castiel. "Should I call 9-1-1?" She whispered.
"No. He's a friend. Go back to bed, Lisa." Dean ushered her out of the room and closed the door. He looked over at Alex. "You okay?"
"Yeah. He just startled me." Alex shook out her ruffled wings, wincing at the pain. Castiel looked at her worriedly.
"You two want to be alone?" Dean guessed. He opened the door. "Just keep it down." Alex shot him a glare. He closed the door behind him.
"Are you okay?" Castiel looked down at Alex.
"Yeah." Alex tossed back the covers and stood up. She threw her arms around his waist, hugging him tight. Castiel wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. Alex leaned back. Cas kept his arms around her, keeping her close. "I missed you so much," she whispered.
"I missed you too, le pas enay."
My little angel. His words translated in her mind. Alex closed her eyes for a brief second, pulling him into another hug. His scent filled her mind, and Alex felt stronger. "What are you doing here?" she mumbled into his chest.
"I told you. Whenever you call, I will answer."
Alex didn't respond, not wanting to move away from him. "Thank you," she finally whispered.
"Anything for you."
They stood there quietly for several minutes. Castiel sighed quietly, perfectly content just holding his angel. "I can't stay long," he whispered into her hair. "Were you dreaming?"
Alex nodded. "Can you make it stop?"
"Yes." Castiel didn't move.
"Are you going to make it stop?" Alex asked after a few seconds.
"No."
"No?" Alex stepped away from him. "Why not?" Her voice rose.
"Because." The angel's voice remained steady. "Without him, you'll go insane. You're a female angel, Alex. You need to be around him. I don't like it any more than you do," he added, "but right now it is the best option. He can't hurt you." Castiel stepped towards her. "And right now he's helping."
"Helping?" Alex hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "He is not helping, Cas."
"Yes he is," Castiel corrected her. "Alex, I know this isn't what you want. But without him, the other angels will find you, and you won't be able to resist them. Please." His deep blue eyes sparkled with worry.
Alex closed her eyes, knowing he was speaking the truth. "Fine," she murmured. "And you're right. I don't like it." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Are you hungry?" she asked suddenly.
Castiel looked confused. "Why would I be hungry? I don't need to eat while on Earth."
"The key word being 'need'. Come on." She led him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Did we need to walk here?"
"Yes." Alex opened the refrigerator door. "What are you feeling? We got leftover steak." She pulled it out of the fridge and handed it to Cas. "Can you heat this up?"
Castiel responded by snapping his fingers. Alex turned around when she heard the sound of sizzling meat.
"Uh, okay. I meant in the microwave, but, uh, okay." She trailed off. "Is it even safe to eat?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" Castiel met her confused gaze.
"Right. Why wouldn't it be," Alex echoed. She reached into one of the cupboards and pulled out a bag of potato chips. "Would you rather watch tv or eat here?" She motioned to the couch in the family room and the kitchen island in turn.
"Whatever you want." Castiel looked down at the steak.
"Whatever I want," Alex echoed him again. "Great. Then I vote tv. Come on. Time in introduced you to Doctor Who." She led the way over to the couch, setting the chips down on the coffee table and returning to the kitchen to grab another plate and some utensils. "You thirsty?"
"No."
"Okay." Alex grabbed a coke and returned to the couch. She sat down next to Cas and turned on Netflix. "You want to start with the classics or the new stuff?"
"Which is better?"
"We'll start with the newer stuff," Alex decided. She started season 1, episode 1. She took part of a steak and put in on her plate. Castiel took the rest.
"It's good," he said after trying a bite.
"Yeah," Alex agreed. "Apparently Dean's a pretty good cook. Who knew?" She popped the tab off of the aluminum can and took a sip. She settled down next to Castiel and turned her eyes to the screen.
...
"I don't get it," Cas said after a several minutes.
Alex let out a grunt, inviting him to explain.
"This man blew up an entire store to kill plastic dolls?"
"Evil plastic dolls," Alex corrected.
"And then he can tell exactly how fast the earth is spinning by closing his eyes?" Castiel looked at her questioningly.
Alex put her empty plate on the coffee table. "You're way to critical," she joked, curling up next to him. Cas put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. He gently covered her with his large wing. Alex sighed in contentment. She melted into her mate, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She wiggled closer, and she felt Castiel relax. Alex sighed again. "I missed you," she murmured.
Castiel looked down at her. "I'm sorry for not coming sooner," he apologized. "But I have an army to lead. And I can't have you found." He dipped his head to press a kiss on her temple. "I'll do anything to keep you safe."
Alex raised her head to meet his lips. She groaned softly as he kissed her back, and warmth rushed through her limbs.
...
After a while Castiel shifted so he was leaning over her, dominating the now-heated kiss. Hands curled in his soft hair, tugging him closer.
Alex closed her eyes as he kissed down her jaw and neck, always returning to her lips. Her fingers dug into the arch of his wings needfully, and she tugged his bottom lip into her mouth. He closed his eyes, letting out a small moan when -
"Alex? What the hell are you doing?"
Alex jumped and pulled her head away. Castiel raised his wings - which hid very little from humans - and Alex saw Lisa standing in the doorway, arms crossed angrily. Heat flushed through her cheeks. "Lis," she began embarrassedly, face burning. Shit.
"Don't 'Lis' me, young woman." Lisa took a step forward. "Well? Care to explain?"
Castiel opened his mouth, but Alex placed a finger over his lip. He kissed it gently, moving so Alex could sit up.
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and looked over to see Dean appear around the corner. "Everything okay?" He looked pointedly at the eaten steaks. "That was going to be lunch tomorrow."
Alex silently protested as Castiel stood up. "They were very good," Castiel said politely.
Dean still frowned, but turned his attention to the angel. "So, Cas, how've you been?"
"It's been tough," Cas admitted, voice losing the warmth it always held when he talked to Alex. "I see you've adjusted well."
"Yeah." Dean nodded. Lisa huffed angrily, and Dean looked down at her. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I caught these two -"
"I should be going," Castiel said quietly, cutting Lisa off. Alex stood up beside him. "Keep her safe," he warned Dean. He pulled Alex into a hug. "I love you," he whispered, cupping her cheek in one hand. He kissed her gently. Alex slowly kissed him back, blushing with embarrassment knowing that Dean and Lisa were there. Castiel broke away and disappeared, leaving Alex alone with the two humans.
Lisa looked shocked, but Dean just shrugged and turned to walk away. "Back to bed," was all he said.
"Wait." Lisa stopped him. "You're just going to ignore that? I, I came down here and they were making out on the couch! Like, they were you know," her voice lowered, "grinding against each other."
Dean groaned. "On the couch?" He glared at Alex lightheartedly. "I sit there."
"You had sex in the backseat of the car," Alex shot back. "I use to live back there. Besides." Alex blushed deeply. "It's not what you think. Maybe I should go back to bed."
"No. No." Lisa blocked her way. "Sit down. We need to have a talk."
"Why?" Alex asked quietly, but obliged.
Lisa slightly narrowed her eyes at Alex. "Listen. Now, I know he's not human. But right now, that's not important."
Alex raised an eyebrow, but politely let her continue.
"Alex, you're nineteen. I know having someone who loves you may be exciting; I was in the same place you are. But you still have your whole life in front of you." Lisa gestured off towards the spot Castiel disappeared from. "I don't know who he was - or what he was -"
"He's an angel," Alex said simply.
Lisa ignored her, not taking 'angel' as literal. "The point is, he's at least thirty years old. Maybe forty."
Alex cast an amused glance at Dean. Forty. Right. Closer to four thousand.
Lisa continued. "I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but it's not real. And I don't want you to give everything away to him. Because he won't care. And he won't stick around."
Alex finally had enough. This was her mate they were talking about. "Are you done?"
Lisa blinked.
"Lisa, that was Castiel. He's an angel," Dean explained gently.
"Yeah. I get that he's cute."
"No. A real angel. With wings."
Lisa looked between Alex and Dean. "Seriously?" She looked at Alex, and her tone grew sharp. "Seriously?"
Alex looked at Dean. "Lis, there's something you should know," Dean finally sighed.
"Yes. There is something I need to know."
"I'm not exactly, human," Alex said quietly.
"Excuse me?" Lisa looked from Dean to Alex.
"I'm an angel as well." Alex looked down at the ground. "Or, at least I will be. I'm kind of in between right now. Castiel, he's the one who made me an angel."
"Made you an angel? What does that mean?"
"It means, well, he turned me into an angel. It's kind of hard to explain. I don't really understand it myself. It only happened six or so months ago."
"But you were -" Lisa repeated.
"Yeah, he's kind of, like, my . . ." Alex trail off.
Dean took over the explanation. "Lis, Castiel is Alex's mate."
"Mate? Like, mate mate?"
"Yeah. Mate."
Alex blushed, keeping her eyes trained on the ground. "It's complicated."
"So, what? Are you old? Like thousands of years?"
"No," Alex laughed softly. "I'm only nineteen. Like I said, I was human first. Apparently all female angels were human at some point."
"So you're nineteen. What about that man, or, angel? How old is he?"
Alex shrugged. "Five thousand years or so."
Lisa looked at Dean, who shrugged. "So you don't have a problem with all of this?"
"No, not really." Dean stretched out his legs on the coffee table. "If you think about it, it's not like he's going to find a girl his age anyways." Alex nudged him fiercely with her shoulder. Dean let out a chuckle.
"So he's like your husband. So you two have had . . ."
"Not yet."
"But you will."
"Can I go?"
Lisa sighed. "Go back to bed." Alex quickly obliged and ran up the stairs. She slid back into bed and quickly fell asleep, her mate's scent wrapped around her.
...
She opened her eyes, back in her dream, back in the same spot from which she had disappeared. "You're back." Lucifer looked up from the couch. He snapped his fingers, and the television turned off. He stood up and walked over to her. Alex held her ground defiantly. He stopped, nose flaring. "You smell like Castiel." He stepped closer and scented the air again. "Is that where you went?"
"Castiel showed up," Alex explained curtly.
"Why?"
"Because I called for him."
"How adorable," he sneered. "And what did Cassie want?"
"It's not important," Alex shrugged. "And apparently I'm stuck with you."
"You called Castiel to get rid of me?" Lucifer looked throughly offended. "And I thought we had something special."
Alex huffed, but didn't respond.
"But he couldn't," Lucifer continued. He hugged her tightly. "On the bright side, I get to spend more time with you. I'm getting bored with Sammy. He's no fun." He smiled, "Not like you."
"Cas can, but he didn't," Alex protested.
"Of course," Lucifer nodded understandingly. "Without me, you'd never stand a chance out there," he whispered into her hair. "You need me."
"Maybe I do," Alex admitted.
Lucifer leaned back, looking into her face. "Yes, you do." He kissed her playfully on the nose. "So Cas is okay with you and me?"
"I guess," Alex muttered.
"Good. Thank him for me." Lucifer kissed her again, stopping her from responding. Alex didn't kiss him back; she just waited for him to finish. Lucifer stepped back, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Fine," he huffed. He ran his hands down her arms, lacing his fingers through hers. "Then what would you like to do?" He turned towards the fridge. "I don't suppose there is food?" He walked over to it, pulling Alex along. She followed. Lucifer opened the freezer. "Hm?"
Alex peered over his shoulder. Empty. She shrugged. "Cas never restocks the food much," she explained. She knew Lucifer was going to object, claiming this was all in her head, but he didn't.
He just closed the freezer door. "Fine." He turned back to Alex. "Anything else you want to do?" he raised a eyebrow, studying her.
"Not really." Alex pried her hand out of his and sat down on the couch. She snapped her fingers. Nothing happened.
Lucifer laughed. "Allow me." He snapped his fingers as well, and the television flickered on.
"Can't even control stuff in my damn head," Alex muttered. Lucifer laughed at her comment, and sat down right next to her. Their thighs brushed, and Alex scooted over a few inches.
"I don't think so," Lucifer chuckled. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He positioned her so she was sitting comfortably against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. He placed his feet up on the coffee table, and Alex did so as well, leaning back into him. "There we go," he whispered into her neck. One hand slipped under her shirt, brushing light fingers across her stomach. Alex gasped slightly at the cold touch. They explored her skin, running from one hip bone to the other, tracing light patterns along the way. His fingers slid around to her back, running up her spine. Alex shivered. "Something wrong?" Lucifer whispered, his lips brushing against her neck.
"Your hands are cold," Alex whispered back.
"Sorry," the archangel apologized, but did nothing to change it. "So, how's the outside world going?"
"Not too bad," Alex admitted, trying to ignore the icy fingers tracing her spine. "Dean's making me go to high school, now that we've settled down with Lisa and Ben."
"Mm," Lucifer mumbled. "Is that good or bad?"
"I would say bad," she decided. "It's stupid, cause I'm technically twenty, you know?" She let out a breath. "It was Lis' idea, but Dean says I can get a GED over the summer. I don't know." She sighed again, head falling back slightly against the archangel's neck. "They think we're going to be 'normal.' They think Sam's never coming back."
Lucifer let out a snort. "He's not. I'm quite content with his company."
Alex continued over him. "School keeps me busy, if nothing else. There's a bully — Calvin — but he's no real problem. The teachers are stupid. Our science teacher denies the existence of angels, which I find funny."
"You should prove him wrong," the archangel told her softly. "Flare you wings, use some lightning."
"Maybe." Alex dismissed the idea. "Too bad my wing is still broken," she added pointedly. Lucifer opened his mouth to object, but thought better. Alex continued. "Then there's this guy. Name's Thomas. He's pretty popular, good looking, known to sleep around a lot with the other girls. He's been watching me." She felt Lucifer stiffen. "But I've been ignoring him. And, I mean, I could beat him up. If necessary. I'm stronger, and have a lot more experience, so . . ."
"So you don't have a boyfriend?" Lucifer asked.
"No." Alex let out a quiet laugh. "And even if I did find a boy I liked, I'd have to stay away from him, in case Cas comes back. He tends to smite first, ask questions later."
"Mm. I can't blame him." Lucifer pressed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. "If you did have a boyfriend, I would personally find a way out of the cage to stop him."
"Really?" Alex laughed again, but couldn't stop a warm feeling from spreading through her.
"Yes. And I would challenge Castiel," he mumbled into her hair. "And then you would be mine." Alex blushed at those words.
"You wouldn't want me," she teased, placing a hand over his. "You've never seen me when I'm grumpy."
"I'm sure I could handle it," Lucifer teased back. "After all, I've managed all of your other emotions. Anger, hate," he pressed another kiss on her neck, "love."
Alex didn't respond. Her mind was starting to shut down, and a weird feeling was stirring up in her stomach. It was stronger than what she normally felt when around a male angel; that was just a growing ache for love and attention. Now, it grew at an alarming rate; it started to pulse through her, raging through her blood. She gasped.
Lucifer stiffened. He inhaled sharply, scenting the air. He suddenly rolled them over, pinning Alex beneath him. She let out a startled noise at the sudden movement. He buried his nose in the back of her head, breathing deeply before beginning to roughly kiss her neck. "Ow!" Alex yelped after a particularly rough one. "Lucifer! Stop it!" She thrashed around, desperately trying to throw the archangel off. A sudden flash of heated pain shot through her, and she gasped, unable to fight back. Lucifer sat up, and Alex rolled off the couch, trying to get away. She made it into the other room before another flash wracked her body. She collapsed.
Lucifer walked over to her, his footsteps completely silent. "Alex?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Leave me alone," Alex hissed, curling up on the floor. She wanted to disappear.
The archangel knelt down beside her. He placed a hand over her burning forehead. "You're going into heat," he breathed, using all of his self control. Every instinct in him was screaming. Screaming to pounce on the young angel. Take her as his. But he held back. Just barely.
Alex let out a low moan, eyes squeezed shut as more heat passed through her. "Heat?" she managed to get out. "I have to go into fucking heat?!" She rolled onto her other side with a cry of pain. "I'm not a fucking dog — " She cut off with a cry.
She felt Lucifer tense beside her, his breathing very much labored. "Let's get you upstairs," he said, voice hoarse. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. He tried to block her out, her and her scent, growing even more tempting every second as the heat set in. However, it was difficult. Alex buried her head in the crook of his neck, blindly clutching handfuls of his shirt. He let out a tormented breath. He walked into the master bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.
"Alex?" he began, but his voice caught in his throat. "Alex? You need to wake up." He sat down at the bed, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. Because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. "Do you hear me? You can't stay here. With me." He let out a heavy breath. "Please. Wake up." He wasn't sure if Alex heard him, and opened his mouth to repeat himself. But then everything began to shimmer. Alex faded, and then so did everything else. Heavy darkness pressed down on the archangel as he yanked out of the young angel's head and back into the cage.
...
Alex blinked open her eyes. Early sunlight filtered through her curtains and into her room. She rolled over, puzzled as she remembered her dream. A wave of heat passed through her, and her head dropped back onto her pillow. Nope. It was real. She pulled her covers up over her head, trying to find any source of relief. There was a knock on the door, and Alex heard it open. "Alex?" She recognized Lisa's voice.
Alex let out a inaudible groan in response. She heard footsteps approach her bed, and it creaked as Lisa sat down on the edge. Alex silently protested as the covers were pulled away from her. She heard Lisa gasp. "Are you okay?" she asked, placing a hand over Alex's sweaty forehead. Lisa stood up. "Dean?" she called. "Dean!"
Alex heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. Lisa stood up to meet him. Alex groaned again and pulled the covers back over her head. She heard Lisa and Dean talking in hushed voice, but didn't try to figure what they were saying. The bed dipped again, this time deeper, and Alex smelled Dean. He grabbed the edge of her comforter, trying to pull it away from her, but Alex held on.
"Alex. Let go." Dean's soft voice reached her ears, and Alex relented. She looked up into the former hunter's face, which changed into deep worry when he saw her. "Are you okay?"
Alex tried to respond, but another flash of heat wracked her small frame. She tensed, throwing her head back into her pillow. It slowly passed, and Alex found her voice. "I, I don't know," she gasped out quietly. "Lu . . . Lucifer said I was going into heat."
"Heat?" Dean looked skeptical. " Angels go into heat?"
"Aaugh!" Alex threw her head back in a loud cry.
Dean immediately lost his teasing tone. "So are you sick?"
Alex faintly shrugged her shoulders. He placed his palm over her forehead. "You're on fire," he murmured. "Is this normal?"
Alex shrugged again. "Never happened before," she managed to force out through her parched throat.
She tried to wrap herself back into her sheets, but Dean stopped her. "That'll make it worse," he told her gently. Alex whimpered. Dean stood up. "You're staying home today."
"No shit, Sherlock." Alex's words turned into a hiss.
"What's wrong with her?" she heard Lisa whisper quietly.
"She says she's going into heat," Dean quietly informed her. It was met with silence. "Alex? Me and Lis are have to work today." He knelt down by Alex's bedside. "Do you need one of us to stay home?" Alex shook her head. She'd rather be alone. "Well, okay. Please call if you need anything." Dean brushed a stray stand of hair out of her face, his hand cool in contrast to her burning skin. Alex pushed her head into his hand. When he drew it away, Alex whimpered at the lack of physical touch. Then Dean and Lisa left.
...
At some point, Alex must have passed out, because when she came to, it was 10:30. The room was darkened, and Alex realized Dean must have pulled the blinds. She lifted her head off of her pillow and flipped it over, relishing in the cold underside. She lay back down. Her long hair stuck to her sweaty face, and her damp shirt clung to her back. She started to toss back her sheets, but hesitated. She wanted to lose the hot, stifling blankets, but also didn't want to lose the comfort and security they held.
After several painful seconds of thinking, she opted to lose the comforter, leaving on only the thin cotton sheet. Cool air rushed over her, and she sighed at the temporary relief. She closed her eyes, debating whether she should try to take a cold shower, but didn't think she could make it that far. She thought she heard the familiar sound of wings, but when she looked up, saw nothing. She collapsed back on the bed, her using her good wing as a light fan, her bad one still pressed up against her sweaty back. Eventually she gave up at finding any source of lasting relief, and spread her wing out across the bed.
...
A few minutes later, just as Alex was about to drift off into sleep, the bed dipped. Alex tried to pull her groggy mind back into the real world. There was someone else in the room; Alex could feel them above her, their chest barely brushing against her back. They shifted, supporting themselves with their elbows. Alex froze. She knew she was in a dangerous position; the scent of a female angel in heat was very tempting; it would draw male angels from all around. The fact that one was already here meant even more were coming; or that they had already come, and the angel now above her was the strongest of them all, having already defeated the other suitors. Either way, Alex knew she wasn't getting out of this easily. She felt a light breath on her ear. "Alex?" it whispered.
Alex recognized the voice, but couldn't find hers to respond.
"Imagine seeing you here," the angel continued. "I caught scent of a female angel, thought I'd come check it out. Never thought it would be you, though." A hot tongue flicked out, brushing over the shell of her ear.
Alex let out a silent gasp. "Go away," she hissed, even though it pained her to say those words. "Leave."
The angel laughed quietly. "Why should I? You're up for grabs now, sweetheart." He lowered himself completely on her. Alex shuddered at the sudden physical contact, at the warm, heavy body pushing her down into the mattress. A hand ran down her side, cool against her burning skin. The other brushed over her wings. He gently rubbed her hipbone with his thumb before burying his nose into her neck, inhaling her heat. He bit her neck, lightly sinking his teeth into her soft flesh.
"Gabriel." Alex gasped out the angel's name, though it sounded more like a plea then a command.
"Hm?" he asked, kissing the bite mark. "What do you need?"
"I need . . ." She trailed off as another flash of heat wracked her body. She lay there for a few seconds, recovering. "I need you to leave." Alex closed her eyes, trying to sound more confident then she felt.
"Leave?" She felt him frown against her ear. "That's not very nice. I just got here." He rolled his hips, and Alex felt her body push up into him.
"Leave," she repeated. Using whatever strength she had, she tried to dislodge the archangel on top of her, but to no avail.
She felt Gabriel pause slightly in confusion. "You know, most females in heat wouldn't be able to resist an angel. Let alone an archangel such as myself," he quietly pointed out.
"I like to consider myself unique," she hissed out, forcing herself to relax. She knew she wouldn't be able to fight him off. Not only was he much, much stronger than her, she was in heat, and was having a hard time controlling herself just talking to him.
Gabriel laughed quietly. "Very cute, Z," he whispered into her ear. Alex didn't respond, too focused on the hands running up and down her side.
"No witty response?" Gabriel nibbled gently on her earlobe. "I'm sure you'll think of something . . . afterwards." Heat flashed through Alex at those words, and she buried her head in the pillow. She felt her mind falling apart, and desperately tried to cling onto the pieces. Gabriel brushed a stray strand of hair off her sweaty forehead, and Alex whimpered at the touch. "I'm going to enjoy this," he murmured, pressing a light kiss on the side of her head. "And so are you. I know exactly how to make you feel better."
Alex twisted her head, the heat taking over.
"This heat's hitting you hard, huh?" The archangel nuzzled at her neck. "Never seen an angel this strung out. It's okay. I've got you." Gabriel shifted, raising his head to look around the room. "It's not safe here," he whispered, his warm breath stirring her hair. He ran his hands from her shoulders down to her hands, threading his fingers through hers.
Alex felt him flare his wings, casting their shadow down on her. Then, before Alex could comprehend what was happening, he thrust them downwards, and the next thing Alex knew, she was on a different bed. "The hell?" she hissed angrily.
"It's safer here," Gabriel promised. "There won't be any other angels to distract us. "
"They can still smell me," Alex reminded him, only to be cut off by a flash of heat.
"Yes, but guess who else they can smell?" Gabriel whispered in her ear. "Me. This is my place. It reeks of me. They won't dare come in."
Alex knew he was telling the truth, and went limp against the bed, accepting defeat.
"There's a good girl," Gabriel laughed, raising her hands above her head. Alex complied, knowing she no longer stood any chance of being rescued. Suddenly Gabriel raised his head, scenting the air. He let out a low growl. "I'll be right back," he promised, and with a strong push of his wings, disappeared.
Alex wished she could do the same. She buried her head in a pillow, hissing at the fact it smelled like Gabriel. Mustering up whatever strength she could, she hurled it across the room, listening to the satisfying thunk it made against the wall. She smiled, then clamped her mouth shut as Gabriel's scent filled her mind. She hissed again, feeling her body react to the scent. "Cas?" she whispered, pulling herself up into a sitting position. "Castiel?" Louder this time. She flinched as her voice bounced off the walls, making it seem louder. She lowered her voice. "Cas, please help me. I'm . . . I don't know where the hell I am," she admitted. "Just please hurry."
She was interrupted by a flutter of wings, and trailed off. She fell back onto the bed, curling up. She raised her head, watching the archangel carefully, but kept her knees pulled up against her chest. "Who were you talking to?" Gabriel asked. He spied the pillow on the ground, and walked over to it, frowning. He held it up to her, asking a wordless question. Alex bared her teeth in response.
Gabriel frowned again, wandering closer. He tossed the pillow back onto the bed, crawling over to her. He planted his arms on either side of her head, looking down at Alex. She squeezed her eyes close, trying to block him out. She had had enough trouble controlling her body when it had just been his scent; now, not only could she smell him, she could feel the warmth radiating off of his body, and his breath hovering above her head.
"Were you calling for Castiel?" Gabriel clicked his tongue disapprovingly. He dipped his head, pressing a kiss on her collarbone. Against her will, Alex tilted her head away from him, baring her neck.
"Alex." Gabriel nosed at her exposed neck. "I'm sorry. I know you don't want me, and I'm sure you want your mate. But he's not here, and you need to let me help you. You're already in bad shape." The archangel gently brushed her blonde hair away, trailing his fingers across the warm skin. Alex felt her body start to uncurl, lowering her knees from her chest. Gabriel shifted, giving her more room to move. He moved his head up slightly, trailing kisses up to her jaw. Alex turned her head to face him, looking up into his golden eyes. Gabriel pulled the corner of his lip into a soft smile, his face inches away from hers. He lowered his head slightly, lips barely brushing hers. Alex let out a quiet whimper, her heat making the teasing unbearable. The archangel laughed quietly, his breath warm on her lips. Alex moved her hands, wanting to wrap her arms around his neck, pull him closer.
"Ah-ah," Gabriel lectured, shaking his head disapprovingly. Alex whimpered again, but obediently returned her hands to their original position. "Good girl," he whispered. His soft brown eyes gazed into hers, and time stopped. And then he kissed her. Hard. It was zero to sixty in a heartbeat. Tongue, teeth, hands, everything. Alex barely had time to realize what was going on; she just reacted. One hand found its way to his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. The other wrapped itself in his hair, holding his head close.
Suddenly Gabriel was torn away, thrown against the far wall. Alex scrambled into a sitting position, looking widely around. Her heart jumped. "Cas?" A wave of heat ripped through her, and she fell back onto the sheets, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"Castiel." Gabriel stood up. "I was wondering when you would show up." He brushed the dust off of his jacket.
"Leave her alone," Castiel growled, positioning himself between the archangel and Alex.
Gabriel raised his hands in mock defense. "She's up for grabs, brother. You weren't there to help her with her heat, so I just stepped in to help myself."
A low growl resounded through Castiel's throat. A second flash of heat shot through Alex, stronger and fiercer than the one before. She gasped, flaring her wings and arching her back. The sudden gust of wind blew her scent towards the two male angels; both froze, turning their attention to her. Gabriel stepped forward, and Castiel flared his wings high above his head, turning back to the archangel. "Go away," he hissed.
Gabriel frowned deeply. "She needs someone, Castiel. Now." His nostrils flared, gaze returning to Alex. "If you don't mind, I was in the middle of something." Something glinted in Castiel's right hand: an angel blade. Gabriel raised his hands. "Careful, brother," he warned lightly. "You can put out an eye with that. If you're that serious about it, have her." He stepped back. "But if it happens again, I won't be so generous." There was a short pause, and nobody moved. "Well?" he snapped. "Get out of my house!"
Castiel took several steps backwards, approaching Alex, but never taking his eyes off of Gabriel. He reached out, gently scooping her up.
"You need to help her, Castiel," the archangel warned. "She can't do this alone. You know this as well as I do."
Then they were gone.
...
They were back in their house in heaven. Castiel let her stand, and Alex breathed a sigh, relieved. It didn't last long. "Are you okay?" Castiel asked her. Alex nodded. He studied her, nostrils flaring. "Good." His voice dropped an octave, growing deep and smoky. He stepped forward, pulling her into a rough kiss. He pushed her back into a wall, lips never leaving hers. He trailed kisses down to her neck, inhaling her heat. Teeth nipped at her skin, and Alex tilted her head away, baring her neck. Her heat made it impossible to resist, and everything in her screamed for him.
Then, for a quick second, the heat subsided, and Alex was brought back to the reality of the situation. She started to struggle, throwing Castiel away from her. "Alex?" he asked, watching her carefully. He approached, pausing when Alex stepped back.
"Go away," she warned, raising her good wing defensively.
Castiel's head tipped to one side, confused, eyes narrowed. "No."
"Please." The burning heat returned, and she slumped to the floor, pulling her knees up into her chest. "I, I don't want this."
Castiel knelt as well, though keeping his distance. "You're still not ready," he guessed. When Alex nodded, he add quietly, "You may not have a choice anymore."
"There's always a choice," Alex hissed out, drawing her wings in close.
Castiel sighed, and Alex knew how difficult she was being for him. "Where's Dean?" he finally asked.
"At work." Alex closed her eyes. "Why?"
"He can help." Castiel approached, voice straining with the effort of controlling himself. He reached out, and then, they were back in Lisa's living room. "Call him." He backed away slightly, waiting.
"Then I'm going to need a phone, you ass." Alex hissed, the heat starting to burn once again. She watched him search the house. "There's one on the table." Castiel brought it to her, and Alex dialed Dean's number. "Come on, pick up."
He did. "Hello?"
"Dean? Alex."
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"Eh . . . Um, can you come home? Please?"
"Is it important?"
Alex looked up at Cas. "Uh, yeah. It's uh, not good."
"I'll be right over." Dean promised, his voice dark with concern.
Alex hung up before he could ask any questions. She pulled herself up onto a couch. "Listen, Cas." She looked over at the angel, who was studying the coat rack intently. His head turned at the sound of her voice, blue eyes holding guarded hope. "Dean can't know about Gabriel," she whispered. "Okay?"
Castiel looked confused. "Why not?"
"Because he thinks Gabriel is dead," she reminded him as patiently as she could. "Remember?"
"Right." Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, his blue eyes watching her carefully. "So we tell him it was a different angel."
"Bingo." Alex shot him a half-hearted smile. She pulled herself to her feet, stumbling through the house and into the family room. She collapsed on the sofa, reaching for the remote. Castiel followed at a distance. Alex curled up in a blanket, trying to ignore the uncomfortable heat. She let out an involuntary whimper, craving physical touch. She caught Castiel's eye; he was staring at her, muscles tense, eyes unblinking. He shook his head, understanding what she wanted. She shivered, wings shaking. She heard Cas sigh, and she closed her eyes.
...
Five minutes later, the back door opened, and Alex cracked open her eyes to see Dean walk through. He stopped, seeing Cas. "Uh, hey." He greeted him.
"Hello." Castiel dipped his head in acknowledgement.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked. "Did Alex call for you?" He turned, seeing her on the couch.
"I brought Alex back," Castiel explained, and Alex winced at his bluntness.
"Brought her back?" Dean echoed. "Where did she go?"
"Another angel found her," Castiel explained. "They could smell her heat."
"Is she okay?"
"She is fine," Alex called out, her patience all but lost. "Thanks for asking."
"So what can I do?" Dean looked over at her.
Castiel answered, "You can help her. Like all females in heat, she needs physical contact." He paused when he saw Dean shift uncomfortably. "Just stay near her. I will make sure no angels come near."
"Why can't you stay with her?" Dean challenged, still looking uncomfortable.
The angel looked down at his shoes. "A female's heat scent is very tempting," he explained slowly. He left it at that.
"Ah." Dean nodded in understanding. He opened his mouth to expand his point with something witty, but thought better of it. With a flutter of wings, Castiel disappeared, leaving Alex with Dean. He approached her slowly. "Hey, girl. How you doing?"
"Fine," she mumbled.
"Can I get you anything?"
Alex struggled up into a sitting position. "Uh, something cold to drink?"
Dean nodded, walking back over to the fridge. He pulled out a beer for himself, and a Sprite for Alex. When he handed it to her, she huffed in disapproval. "Hey," he defended himself. "Lisa ordered a strict no beer policy for you."
Alex huffed again, but politely took the can. "I'm an angel," she muttered. "I can drink beer if I want."
Dean chuckled, sitting down on the couch next to her. "Take that up with her," he advised. "Whatcha watching?"
"Dunno." Alex handed him the remote. "Top Gear." She popped open the can, taking a long sip. She watched Dean flip through the channels. "Let's watch Lord of the Rings," she decided.
Dean hesitated. "If you want," he finally agreed.
"You might like it." Alex watched him put the DVD into the player, returning to the couch. "I can't believe you've never seen the last two movies."
"Come here." Dean put his arm around her shoulder, and Alex curled up beside him. "You're on fire," he whispered, placing a cool palm over her head.
"Sorry." Alex murmured, closing her eyes. She pushed herself closer to Dean. He shifted, stretching his feet out on the coffee table, pulling her up against her chest. Alex let out a sigh, burying her head in his shoulder. "You think Cas is watching us?" she asked into his shoulder.
"Huh?"
"You think he's watching us?" Alex repeated. Heat rippled through her, and she arched her back. Damn she needed someone. Now.
"Why would he be watching us?"
"I dunno." Alex squirmed so she could look up into his face. "His mate's in heat, he's already tried to fuck me, and now he had to leave me with you. I'd be a little cautious too." She pushed herself closer as another round of heat washed through her. "Wanna find out?" she gasped. Then she closed her eyes, rolling her head back. She moaned out Dean's name, and couldn't help the fact that her hips rolled a little.
There was nothing. Alex opened her eyes, looking up at Dean. He looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, uh, don't do that again."
Alex just wiggled her eyebrows. Then she fell back limp against him. "Sorry. Fucking heat." She closed her eyes. "Guess he's not listening in." She sighed. "I want Cas," she murmured under her breath. She opened her eyes again. "Think he'll come if I say his name?"
Dean grunted. "Anyone would come if you said their name like that."
Alex chuckled, his humor just as much comfort as his touch. "And you said I'm not sexy."
"You're not."
Alex wiggled slightly, trying to get comfortable. She wasn't, but she was starting to suspect nothing would be comfortable without an angel. She sighed, then her eyes drifted close. The image of Castiel fucking her seared through her brain, and she bit back a groan. "Cas." The name fell from her lips like a breath.
A flutter of wings announced his arrival. "What's wrong?"
Alex looked up to see the angel standing stiffly across the room. "Just wondering if you were still around," she shrugged. "Missed you." She smirked. "I noticed you weren't close enough to hear us. I moaned Dean's name just like I did yours —"
Castiel's eyes flashed. "I try not to make other people's conversations my business. But if I do hear anything like that again, one of you will be dead, and the other will be mated."
Dean huffed angrily. "Great. Thanks."
Alex shrugged. "I like it when he's jealous." Heat twisted through her grace at the thought.
"Uh, Cas, how long is she going to be like this?"
"Three or four days. Although it would go a lot faster if she would let me help." Castiel pointedly directed his words towards the female angel. "After the heat fades, she'll get rather . . . clingy. It's natural. If nothing comes up, I may be able to show up for that."
"Oh." Dean shifted uncomfortably. "Great." Castiel disappeared, and he grumbled, "You owe me."
...
Alex woke up the next morning shivering. She stumbled out of her bed, down the hall, and barely made it to the bathroom before she vomited violently.
Dean was at her side within a second. "What's wrong?" He put a hand over her head. "You're hotter than yesterday. And you're shivering."
Alex rolled on the tile floor, tears streaming down her face. "Cas," she whined. "Please!"
Castiel appeared in the doorway. "What's wrong?"
"She's worse." Dean placed a hand on her leg. "Fever, vomiting, how bad does this get, man?"
The angel shook his head. "She's not meant to go through this on her own," he said quietly. "It isn't suppose to be this bad." He let out a long breath through his nose. "This isn't natural."
"What?"
"Heat's aren't suppose to hurt. She's suppose to be sexually insatiable, but not in pain. Not like this." Castiel leaned against the doorframe. "She needs an angel to help."
Alex curled up tightly with a cry, clutching her abdomen. "Help me," she pleaded. She felt every atom in her twisting, pulling apart. She needed someone to help hold her together. She rolled into Dean's touch with a strangled whine. "Help me please."
Dean looked up at the angel. "You heard her," he snapped. "Help her!"
Castiel shook his head, stepping back. "She doesn't want this," he insisted quietly. "That's the heat talking. I, I promised her I wouldn't force her into anything." With that, he disappeared.
"Cas!"