-M for sexiness. Kiddies, look away-

22

You're my Angel

Castiel was alright in a few days. His fever broke, sore throat vanished, fears and nightmares dying down as his sickness faded.

Annabelle was happy to see him alright again, back to blushing and smiling a little at the floor when she talked to him.

"God, you're cute," she grinned. He looked up at her through thick lashes, blue eyes peeking at her, cheeks pink. She leaned forward, lifting his chin and kissing him gently. He pulled away quickly, face beet red and looking as far away from Sam and Dean has he could. Sam smiled and shook his head. Dean smirked, nudging him in the side.

"We'll, uh, see you later Cas," he said, backing toward the door with his brother.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, trying not to laugh. "We'll leave you two alone." Castiel frowned, cocking his head to the side, confused.

"Why?" He asked. Annabelle giggled.

"Uh, just trust me, Cas," Dean said, winking. They were gone before they could ask another question.

"What did they mean?" He asked. Annabelle smiled.

"Shut up and kiss me." She grabbed his collar and yanked him toward him, meeting his lips. He gasped, shutting his eyes a second later. He held Annabelle to him, shaking hands on her back. She cradled his face in her hands, trying not to smile when she felt his cheeks grow hot.

"Is. This. Why. Sam. And Dean. Left?" Castiel asked between kisses.

"Uh huh." Annabelle nodded, kissing him again. Castiel's heart was fluttering, his stomach doing acrobatics he didn't even know were possible, something more powerful than anxiety in his gut.

She stood, still holding his face and taking her with him. His lips, so soft and timid, worked with hers', hands still shaking, heart thudding harder with each step closer to her bedroom, though he still had no idea why.

She looked up at him once they'd reached the room, making sure that beautiful innocence was still there. She smiled when she saw it. She never wanted that to go away, which is why she was hesitating.

"Cas, what…what do you want to do?" She asked softly. He looked at her, brow scrunched a little, like he was thinking, eye contact never being broken, making her knees feel a little weak.

"I…I want…to be closer to you than I've ever been close to anyone else. I…" He looked at the ground, as if embarrassed. "I w-want you to…to have my, my vir-"

She cut him off with her lips, heart aching at the raw sincerity in his voice. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him as close as she could get him.

She gently kissed his neck, making him gasp and shiver a little. He held onto her tighter and tighter as her kisses progressed. She kissed a certain spot a certain way and

"Oh!" He exclaimed, a feeling he'd never felt before jolting through him like lightning. Annabelle looked at him, curious.

"You okay?" She asked. He nodded quickly, swallowing hard.

"C-can you do that again?"

She smiled, unable to help it, and obliged. He gasped and shivered under her lips. She could feel his pulse gaining speed as she went, his fingers clenching the fabric of her shirt so tight his knuckles were white.

She pulled away, gently pushing him down on her bed. He looked up at her with those basins of chipped sky, gasping a little.

She knelt down in front of him, slowly tugging the t-shirt Dean had leant him over his head. He gasped as her hands gently ran over the smooth skin of his chest and back, lips on his collarbone.

He shut his eyes, gasping and breathing hard. She sat up straighter, looking at him. "You sure you're okay?" She asked. He looked scared, and rightfully so. He'd never felt this way, never experienced something like this. "Cas, honey, do you want to stop?" He shook his head, hard.

"Absolutely not," he breathed. "I'm…I'm just a little overwhelmed…that's all." She frowned a little, sitting next to him.

"We'll take it really slow, then, okay?" She said gently. He nodded, swallowing hard again. She kissed him softly, guiding his hands to the hem of her shirt. They were shaking almost violently, but she smiled at him reassuringly and he slowly pulled it over her head.

She lied down with him, kissing him again, thumbing his cheek, her other hand running languidly up and down his chest. His whole body was shaking now, cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen.

"Cas, babe-"

He pulled her on top of him, kissing her deeply, hesitantly sliding his tongue between her lips. She gasped, eyes going wide for a moment before she relaxed.

Like hell he's never done this before!

She kicked off her jeans as quickly as she could, placing his hands on the clasp of her bra.

Clumsy, naïve fingers worked at it for about five minutes before he sighed. "This is impossible." She giggled, reaching back and helping him. "Of course, it works when you do it." She laughed again, kissing him. He smiled back, just happy that she smiled.

She was kissing his neck again, the heat growing between them nearly unbearable. He dug his fingers into her back. She gasped, biting his neck out of reflex.

He nearly screamed.

She looked at him, eyes wide in surprise. "Are you okay?" She exclaimed. He swallowed hard, nodding.

"I-I don't know why I did that," he gulped. "B-but if you could do that again, uh- MMNN!" He bit his lip, hard when she bit him again.

They were kissing again. She tugged on the waistband of his jeans carefully sliding them and his boxers from his waist, tossing her own underwear away in the process.

He was shaking all over again, swallowing hard. She was kissing him again, gently, slowly, carefully.

"Are you sure?" She whispered. The last thing she wanted was for him to lose that innocence she saw in his eyes. She didn't want that to leave him, not ever. But if he was sure…

His eyes went unbelievably wide, gasping a loud, almost crying out. "Oh god…"

"You okay?" Annabelle asked, searching his eyes. He nodded, letting out a slow breath. He shut his eyes and swallowed hard before looking at her again.

"I'm okay," he nodded, shaking a little.

"Honey, if you want to stop, tell me," she said.

"I'll be alright."

"If you want to stop, tell me." He nodded again.

She kissed him, her hands still behind his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, eyes locked with his. He kept his hands on her back, gasping as she started to move.

She kissed him gently, moving slowly, trying not to overwhelm him. He gasped and whimpered in pleasure. She looked at his eyes, overwhelmed herself just by the look on his face.

His cheeks were pinked, a small sheen of sweat on his face. His heart thundered in his chest, pupils dilated and outlined with a thin strip of blue. He'd never felt like this, never been touched like this, not once in his thousands of years on Earth. He had no doubts now why Dean did this so much.

"Cas," she breathed. He shivered a little.

"A-Annabelle."

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her soft skin.

"Uh, uh, oh!" He whimpered.

"Shh…" she soothed, kissing his lips and stroking his cheek. "It's alright, honey. It's okay, shhshh…"

"I-I'm okay, I'm okay, don't stop. Please…" They moved faster, the heat and pleasure building between them.

Castiel felt something building in his stomach, something strange. He trembled harder, holding her body close to his.

"Wh-what's happening?" He asked shakily.

"It's normal," she breathed, kissing him to assure him. "It's okay, shh…"

Faster, faster, faster, hotter and hotter…

"CAS!"

"Oh, uhuh, ANNABELLE!" He gasped, chest heaving, body shaking hard. She lied down beside him, kissing him gently, caressing his damp cheek.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly.

"Wh-what happened? Wh-what did I do?"

"It's normal," she assured. "That happens to everyone, it's okay."

Emotions caught up with him, his overwhelmed body going limp. He took a deep, shaky breath, looking at Annabelle. He was confused as to why there were tears in his eyes.

"Wh-why-?"

"Shh," she touched his neck, kissing him. "That's normal too, baby, it's alright." She pressed her forehead to his, looking deep into his eyes. She sighed in relief. His innocence was still there. "Are you okay?" He nodded.

"You're amazing," he breathed, blinking rapidly. "I, I just- I don't-"

"Shh…It's alright. You're okay. You can let it out, it's alright." He simply let one tear trek down his cheek. She wiped it away, kissing his face.

"It's alright, it's alright, baby, shh…" She hugged him close, cradling his face. "Rest, sweetie. I know you're tired."

"I don't want to sleep," he said softly.

"Why not?"

He wrapped his own arms around her, staring at her. "Because I want to be here…with you. I can't see you if I'm asleep." She smiled. His sweetness never ceased to amaze her.

"Okay," she said softly, resting her cheek on his chest.

She sighed. He was amazing, completely amazing.

Fifteen minutes later she looked up at him, smiling again. He was fast asleep. She shut her eyes, smiling contentedly, hoping this would never end.

A thought struck her then. She'd taken an angel's virginity. Oh she was sooo going to hell. She looked up at him again. Oh, it was sooo worth it.