CHAPTER SIX.
Castiel took me back to my own house that I hadn't seen in so long, since being on the road with Sam and Dean. It felt good to be back, and definitely good to be there with Cas. As soon as we were through the door, his lips found mine, and I kissed him back as hungrily as he kissed me. I couldn't get enough of feeling him beneath my hands, pressed up against me, hard and ready against my leg.
"Oh, God, Cas!" I murmured against his lips, drawing him to the sofa nearby.
I knew if Cas was feeling anything like the way I was right now - there was no way we'd make it to the bedroom and it felt as though I'd waited long enough to feel him on me, inside me, and I moaned in pleasure as I eased his coat from his shoulders, watching it fall to the floor. He helped me with the removal of his clothing, licking his lips in anticipation, making me tighten in response to him, so much so that it felt like a physical pain, I wanted him so bad right then.
His hands were shaking slightly when he ran them over me, proof positive that some of the vessel's emotions were taking a hold of the angel's senses right then, and I arched into his touch, as he pushed my t shirt over my head, dropping that to the floor to join his own clothes there.
I murmured his name again, as he lowered his head to a breast, to gently nibble and suck on my nipple. I ran fingers through his hair, marvelling at the softness, arching up into him once again as I moaned at his careful ministrations.
"Oh, Cas, please ... " I murmured, as his hands travelled downwards, ever downwards, before he helped me out of my trousers.
I felt myself tighten even further in response to him, found myself wanting him, as Cas trailed kisses up to my neck, nibbling gently on the skin there, as I closed my eyes at the pleasurable feelings coursing through me.
I sucked in a breath as he thrust himself roughly inside me, and I arched up into him once again, running hands over his back as he withdrew almost to the head. I rose up to meet him, as he thrust into me once again, hitting me in the right spot time and time again, until I felt a climax pooling in my abdomen, drawing ever nearer, as my body moved in rhythm to his.
I felt my time coming, and I didn't hold it back, just gave in to waves of pleasure coursing through me, screaming his name to the heavens. I held him as he continued to thrust into me, until he buried his face in my neck, giving himself over to his own climax, murmuring my name into the skin of my neck.
We held each other, sweating, silent, breathing hard as we came down from waves of bliss, limbs entwined while we rested.
I kissed him gently, before falling asleep slowly in his arms, never feeling more safe, more protected than I did right then.
The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me was a murmured "I love you!" from Cas.
I smiled slightly at that, but didn't have the strength any more to tell him I loved him back.
But he knew. I knew he could feel it how much I loved him ...
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The next morning and Bobby was there by the time Cas and I returned to the motel room.
Bobby was looking harassed, and the first thing he said to me was - "Where the hell have you been all night!"
"Not here!" was all the answer I wanted to give him.
Bobby looked to Cas, but the stoic angel was not saying anything either.
Dean harrumphed then threw the pair of us a wink, before saying to Bobby - "You're not her father, Bobby! She can go where she wants! And with whom!"
He looked like he was enjoying this all too much, but at least Bobby didn't press the issue. Actually I felt a little flattered than Bobby was even showing that much concern - not that I'd ever say as much to him myself. In some regards Bobby reminded me of the father I hadn't known for so long, after mine died after a werewolf attack.
At Bobby's prompting, between us Dean and I told him all that we knew about Sam's disappearance, which Castiel himself corroborated on my behalf, because he knew I was telling the truth, just through reading my emotions.
In turn Bobby told us all he knew about the Headless Horseman legend, which pretty much boiled down to a case of hard boiled vengeance.
It seemed as though this Horseman was once a Hessian soldier, whose head was blown off by a cannonball and was now forever doomed to roam the Earth seeking out the people who'd done it to him. He seemed to just pick random victims, to behead them. According to the legend that Bobby knew, The Headless Horseman always returned to his source of power, which always invariably turned out to be a tree of immense age in the middle of an orchard.
"Know any trees like that in the area?" Bobby asked first Dean, then I.
Neither of us knew, being unfamiliar with the area, but Dean seemed confident that we would be able to find it.
"After all, this is not a big town - I doubt we could miss an orchard with a freaking great big tree stuck in the middle of it!" he said, with a hint of a smile, despite the gravity of the situation.
I smiled back, but without any warmth - I still felt responsible for Sam's disappearance because I had been the one with the younger Winchester, despite being helpless to stop the abduction.
Castiel rubbed one hand on my shoulder and warmth spread through me. I had to smile at that - angel comfort at work again.
Bobby was the one to usher us from the room, because we really didn't know how much times we had left to us, or rather left to Sam.
It turned out that Dean was right.
A brief walk through the town itself revealed there was an orchard nearby, previously unnoticed as being unimportant before now. Upon walking into it's leafy depths, and walking for what seemed an impossible age, as the orchard itself did not seem as large as the walk would suggest, brought us to the oldest tree any of us had ever seen.
"How old is this thing?" Dean asked, in wonder, circling its base, running his hand over its rough trunk.
Castiel was eying the tree with a practiced eye, and I felt his reverence for something that was possibly older even than he.
I wasn't surprised when he said - "This tree is even older than I am. I do not how old - it is just older!"
"Whoah!" Bobby murmured, and it looked as though the older hunter was more impressed than I'd ever seen him.
"So what do we do now?" I asked, looking to Castiel for answers rather than Dean or Bobby.
It was Bobby who answered, by saying - "We go in!"