7

Halo

Annabelle opened her eyes and was astonished to see Castiel still lying next to her. That was normal procedure. Go to bed with someone you just met and they're gone when you wake up. Then again, Castiel wasn't like any of the other guys she had been with. He was genuine, pure, innocent. Even if he did wake up before her he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

She smiled a little, stroking his cheek. He didn't stir, he was in too deep of a sleep. She caressed his face and his neck, taking time to note that wonderful feeling of his arms around her in an unconscious embrace. She still couldn't believe someone with his looks and deep seated sweetness had never done anything. However, that just added to the effect he had on her.

She glanced over her shoulder at her clock and gasped. "Shit!" She stood, rushing to her dresser and ripping out the first clothes she saw. She was going to be late for work.

Castiel stirred, his eyes opening sleepily. He frowned a little when he didn't feel her warmth against him and looked around. He saw her, her hair mussed with sleep, hands hurriedly yanking jeans over her hips, and smiled, blushing just a little.

"Hi," he said quietly, yawning softly.

"Hi," Annabelle said rather shortly, merely glancing up at him. Castiel frowned again, his eyes confused. "You gonna call Sam and Dean or do you need to call a cab?" She wanted him to leave. She didn't want him around her anymore, that was the only explanation for her behavior. He looked around for his shirt, his sad eyes looking from her to the floor and back again.

Annabelle didn't notice. She didn't register her tone toward him and she didn't see the hurtful look in his eyes. Not until she was looking in the mirror and raking her fingers through her hair. Her eyes met his, and her chest started to hurt.

"Cas, hey," she turned, looking as confused as he did. She sat on the edge of her bed, taking his hand. "What's wrong, babe? What's the matter?"

"Did…did I do something wrong?" He asked softly. She blanched.

"No, no of course not!" She said, touching his face. "Honey, why would you think you did something wrong?"

"You don't want me here anymore, what did I do wrong?" It hit her then what she had said and how it sounded. In her rush, she'd confused him and hurt his feelings. She felt horrible. She hadn't meant to do that, especially since he didn't know how this game worked.

"No, no that's not it at all," she assured. "I have to go to work, babe. I overslept. I was just making sure you had a way home." She kissed him, giggling when he gasped and blushed. "Of course I want you to be around. Hell, I'd rather stay here with you all day, but I need the money," she smiled at him. "I want to see you again, soon. And I want you to call me even sooner." Castiel's eyes lit up and she giggled.

She kissed him again, deeply, trying not to laugh again when she felt his heart hammering. "Don't forget about me, alright?" She said softly.

"That's impossible." He said so matter-of-factly that there was no doubt in her mind that it wasn't true. She stared at him for a moment, just looking. "You're going to be late for work," he said quietly. She groaned internally, wanting to lie down in his arms again.

"Promise me that I'll see you again," she said firmly.

"I promise." She kissed him, holding his face, a nagging voice in the back of her head screaming that she had to go. She groaned aloud this time and pulled away. "I'll see you later, babe."

Dean was smirking when I came over to the car. I felt stupid for having to be picked up and unable to navigate myself but I had no choice.

I sat down in the passenger seat, trying and failing to ignore Dean's stare.

"What?" I asked, exasperated.

"So Cas is finally a man," he grinned. I frowned, not understanding.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not a virgin anymore!" He exclaimed, looking happy. I was almost sorry to disappoint him. Almost.

"Yes I am," I said, looking out the windshield.

"What?" He blanched.

"I'm still a virgin, Dean," I repeated. Humans could be such idiots sometimes. Especially this one. Maybe all that gunfire was making him hard of hearing.

"You really expect me to believe that?" He said, smirking still.

"I swear to…to whatever I have let to swear to that Annabelle and I did not have relations." I still didn't look at him.

"Why the hell not?" He demanded. I frowned, glaring at him.

"That's none of your business," I snapped. Dean looked at me for a beat before a smile slowly crept its way across his face.

"You got scared, didn't you?" He pried.

"Shut up."

"C'mon, Cas, it's alright if you're too scared to get naked with a girl."

"I said shut up."

"I don't know how the hell you could pass that up. I mean, damn. Hot."

"Dean, I suggest you shut your mouth." I felt something inside me, something boiling almost.

"I'm just tellin' you the truth, dude. She was smokin'. I'd bang her." The boiling sensation grew and rose to my face.

"Don't talk about her like that." I growled, fists clenched.

"It's really a simple task, Cas. And then when it's over you don't even have to call her…"

"Dean, shut up!" Something was going to happen, I could feel it. I wasn't sure what, all I knew is Dean had better stop talking. But, as usual, he didn't.

"…No strings attached and if she calls you, lie your ass off. Say there's someone else, that sort of thing."

"Dean…" I warned, teeth gritted.

"And if you meet up with her again you have some more fun and do it all over again." He smiled at me, and I punched him as hard as I could right in that stupid mouth of his.

"JUST BECAUSE YOU FORNICATE WITH EVERYTHING IN SIGHT AND FEEL AS IF YOU CAN USE WOMEN DOESN'T MEAN I DO TOO! YOU DON'T KNOW ANNABELLE OR ANYTHING ABOUT HER! IF YOU DID YOU WOULDN'T LET HER GET AWAY! NOW SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH AND DRIVE!" I screamed. I was surprised at myself. I'd never felt this angry before. Not ever, and that scared me a little. Dean stared at me, holding his mouth, shocked.

My deep breathing started to slow. My hands started to relax, my teeth started to unclench. Slowly, very slowly, Dean smiled again, laughing.

"What?" I barked. He shook his head and started the car. "What?"

"You're in love," he grinned, driving out of the parking lot.

Love? No, surely not. I couldn't experience that kind of love. I never had. But I had been an angel before. Maybe Dean was right. Maybe I could love. Maybe I was in it.

"We gotta meet Sam out at the town's community center," Dean said, still chortling.

"Why?" I asked irritably.

"We've got a hunt."