Merry Christmas, Castiel

Summary: It snowed where I am, and it's cold, so I thought I'd warm things up a little with this sweet Cas/OC Christmas story. Warning: The smut has returned.

Ellie watched as Dean placed the angel on top of the newly decorated Christmas tree, she smirked slightly as he tried to remain nonchalantly cool, dismissing the act as childish and nostalgic. Bobby, already drunk on too much punch, shouted at Dean to straighten the decidedly un-crooked winged figure, but he remained relatively calm when everybody ignored him. It was Dean's off-colour jibe about not wanting an angel on the Christmas tree anyway, in case it attracted one of the 'dicks with wings', that set Ellie off thinking about Castiel.

Dean and the angel had argued a couple of weeks ago, Ellie didn't know why, but by the look on Dean's face whenever Cas was mentioned she assumed it had been serious. They hadn't seen Cas since, which made Ellie sad. She knew he could be hurtful at times, but she felt that he rarely meant to be. He was obtuse and infuriating, yes, but Ellie missed him.

Sighing, Ellie made her way out on to the porch, wrapping her arms around herself and bracing herself against the cold. The silence was absolute; so quiet that she could almost hear the snow settling on the ground as it fell steadily, powdery drifts from a perfectly clear sky. Yet Ellie was still not happy; her mind wandered incessantly back to Castiel. When they'd first met she had found him massively annoying; always watching her, questioning her and taking everything she said too literally. Over time she had come to feel comfortable with him. She found his presence calming, and instead of annoying her his endless questions made her realise how odd much of human life must seem to him. Wistfully, she turned, ready to go back in and join the others. She was surprised to see him, leaning against the house. He looked the same, same trenchcoat, same tie, same confused expression as always. He was holding a long, flat white box. "Cas, where have you been?" She was sharper with him than usual, a part of her hoping he did not know she had been thinking about him.

He shifted slightly, looking down at the box in his hands. If she hadn't known better, Ellie would have sworn he looked almost guilty. Dismissing her thought she stepped closer to him, "Cas, I know you and Dean had a fight, but it will be ok. Please, just come in, we can talk to him together. He'll understand."

Cas shook his head slightly, and held the box out to her, placing it gently into her hands, "I came to see you."

Ellie looked at the box, "You got me a present?"

He nodded, "I assumed I should."

Slowly, she lifted the lid and pulled back the tissue paper covering the contents. She recognised what the pool of blue satin was immediately. A week ago, she had been wandering around the shops in one of the towns they were passing through, she had seen the dress and fallen in love with it. Dean had eventually pulled her away, saying she couldn't afford it and had nowhere to wear it anyway. Lifting her eyes, she stared at the angel.

"I was there, " Cas said, looking intently at his shoes, "I could see that you liked it and I thought it would look….nice."

Ellie bit her lip, "I didn't get you anything, Cas."

"I didn't expect you to."

She placed the box down on the chair by the front door, "Are you sure you won't come in? I don't want you to be alone on Christmas Eve."

He shook his head, still not looking at her.

Instinctively, she placed a hand on his arm and he finally raised his head, "Cas, come and see me later. I'm in the same room as usual. I won't tell anyone you were here."

Castiel nodded once and, with that, vanished leaving Ellie alone with the snow drifting slowly around her.

It was around 1 am when Ellie finally made it to her room. Castiel was already waiting, uncomfortably perched on the edge of the bed. She had brought her Christmas gifts upstairs in carrier bags, and nestled between these she had smuggled a bottle of wine and two glasses upstairs. She poured some of the red liquid into a glass and handed it to the angel, who looked at it, looked at her and then looked down at his shoes again. "What's wrong, Cas?"

"Nothing." His monotone answer was weak, uncertain. He swiftly raised himself from the bed, and turned to face her, still holding the wine.

Ellie laughed and took the glass, placing it on the bedside table, "Cas, relax! Here," she again placed a hand on his trench-coated arm, "take this off, you'll be more comfortable." She was shocked when he withdrew his arm, jerking away from her like he'd been electrocuted.

"I should go."

"Why?" Ellie sat on the bed, staring at him.

"Because it feels wrong being here. I feel things when I'm around you that I don't usually feel. Things I'm not supposed to feel. I think about you…" He stopped, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

"Cas, it's not wrong to think and feel things."

He glared at her, "You don't know what I've been thinking, so how can you tell me it's not wrong? I should leave because it's unbearable being here with you."

Ellie felt like he'd just kicked her in the stomach, "Don't say that."

"I don't want to hurt you in any way, Ellie. I'm afraid what will happen if I give in to this."

"I'm not afraid, Cas. I want you to give in." She stood, moved closer to him.

Nodding, brow furrowed in determination, Castiel grasped his wine glass, downing its contents swiftly before removing his coat.

He was not gentle when he kissed her, as she had expected he would be. She tasted the metallic tang of wine as his mouth assaulted hers and his tongue found its way between her lips.

Castiel was surprised by how she responded, how her body pressed, moulded itself against his. He was surprised by how right it felt. He rewarded her with tenderness as he explored the sensitive spot just below her jaw bone with his lips. The skin here was soft, warm and fragile as he'd imagined it would be and he heard her moan softly as he moved his lips against her. He became dimly aware of her warm hands rubbing against the skin on his chest. She had untucked his shirt and moved her hands under his clothing. Following her example he pushed her top up slightly, feeling the smooth skin covering her hips.

Stepping away, Ellie looked at him, before tugging her top up and over her head. She was delighted when Cas quickly caught on, shedding his suit jacket and shirt. It continued this way, with her leading, until the pair were naked against each other, lying underneath the bed covers. Her skin tingled at being so close to him, every inch of her body pressed as tightly to him as she could manage. The angel was still mapping out her skin with his lips; his kisses were tentative and exploratory. She sensed that even now he was afraid to venture too far below her neck. Thinking to lead by example again, Ellie pushed herself closer, kissing his strong jaw and then down his neck. Placing soft kisses against his chest, she felt him relax slightly. Gently she took one nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. He groaned, and faster than she had imagined possible, he was on top of her pinning her down with his body, staring into her eyes. She shifted slightly under him, feeling his erection pressing against her, her own wetness threatening to draw him in. Ellie wondered if he realised how close he was.

Castiel felt like he was on the edge of something huge. He felt like he was about to fall into her and it frightened him that he didn't want to stop. It frightened him that the last thing he wanted to do was pull away from her.

Ellie could see that he was conflicted, she could see the fear in his eyes. Placing a hand on his face she whispered, "Castiel, you don't have to do this. There's no rush. I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

In the dim light Castiel stared into Ellie's moss-green eyes, noted for the first time the constellation of pale freckles on the bridge of her nose. There was concern etched across her features, but Cas could tell by her flushed cheeks and her lips parted in anticipation that she desperately wanted him to continue.

In the silent moments that passed between them, Ellie became aware of her surroundings. The familiar slightly fusty smell of the sheets in Bobby's spare room, which now covered her and her angelic lover, reminded her of a time when she had been young and inexperienced. Smelling the aftershave, which deep down she knew belonged to Jimmy and not to Cas, brought the absurdity of the situation into stark relief. Fidgeting slightly under his weight, she tried to break the silence, "Cas, are you alright? We can stop."

Castiel was remembering the night, a few months ago, when he had first distinctly thought about being in this situation with Ellie. She had been reading by the fire in the lobby of a huge old hotel the Winchester's were staying in. It had been a touch of luxury that Ellie in particular had enjoyed. Cas had always been fascinated by the amount of time humans spent, buried in books, immersed in other worlds so far removed from their own. He could read, of course, or at least he understood that words had symbolic meaning. It had been Ellie who helped him understand the emotions; the connection with the characters that a reader needed to remain embroiled in the story. He'd seen her reading before, but this time she'd been making notes with a pencil around the margins of what appeared to be small verses, set out very much like Biblical script. She had allowed him to sit and look at her notes as she recited the poems for him. This was her favourite poet, she'd said, and she really had no need to see the words; they were all in her head. The collection had been of John Donne's poetry, and as she spoke the lines, Cas had gathered from Ellie's notations that much of the man's beautiful sounding verse was diabolically sexual in nature. Surreptitiously, Castiel had begun to sneak glances at Ellie's lips as she spoke the words and he had been decidedly hot under the collar by the time she'd finished. From that moment, images and ideas that he'd never entertained before had been seared into his brain; all of them erotic and all of them involving Ellie.

Ellie panicked at first as, inch by inch, she felt Cas sliding into her. She doubted he had even noticed but for her it was excruciatingly slow. Feeling her walls clench around him, Ellie bit down on her lip drawing blood, desperately trying to stop herself from bucking her hips against him.

A small moan from underneath him brought Cas back into the moment, and he looked at Ellie properly again, "I want to continue, but I don't know what to do."

Ellie raised up onto her elbows, placing a small kiss against the angel's chapped lips. With one hand on the small of his back she pushed him the final few inches until their hips met. She was finally satisfied, finally felt full, every sense was devoted to him alone.

Castiel needed no further guidance as he felt her warmth envelope him. Instantly, he began to meet her hips again and again as he set a fast pace of thrusts. His lips again found their way to that sacred spot just below her jaw, but this time he was forceful, grazing and nibbling the delicate skin with his teeth. Her moans only spurred him on as he pinned her hands to the bed, kissing down her neck, leaving a trail of red marks where he'd nipped her skin. Finally, unafraid, he kissed the swell of one breast gently, then took the red bud of a nipple into his mouth flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He heard her gasp and felt her hips jerk underneath him; he didn't think it was possible, but with that one small movement, he felt himself slide deeper inside her and she moaned in pleasure. Grasping her hip and pulling it closer to him he began to thrust into her more aggressively. She felt tight, and Cas knew that there was pain as well as pleasure for her, but he also knew that she liked it. So, he relentlessly worked himself against her. He watched as the covers fell away from the top half of her body; her pale skin was almost translucent in the semi-darkness. Cas found himself wanting to mark her, as he had inadvertently done to Dean, to burn his claim over her into her skin. For now, he would remain happy to claim her physically, as he dominated her totally, moving too fast for her to do anything but lie helplessly under him. He knew she wouldn't last much longer, and he wanted to try something he had been imagining.

Ellie watched the angel as he pulled out of her and let him turn her onto her side, her back pressed against him. Even though Cas entered her slowly, Ellie always found this angle painful and she gasped, clenching her teeth against the sharp sting as he pressed into her. Cas did not stop, instead once again pressing her hip closer against him and forcing her head down into the pillows with one hand on her shoulder. His thrusts were languid at first, opening her up, teasing her by pulling out totally and sliding in again, each entrance as painfully sweet as it was the first time. She felt his lips on her back, slowly burning a hot trail between her shoulder blades. Each time his lips lifted and moved to another spot she heard him whisper her name. She couldn't speak as he picked up his pace, pressing her harder into the pillows. She attempted to move her hips in unison with his, but he was too fast and so she just tilted her head back against him, moaning his name as he moved his kisses along her neck. Ellie felt herself start to shake, and in response Cas simply tightened his arms around her. "Cas, please, I can't …".

He wrapped an arm gently around her neck, pulling her upper body against him whilst violently pounding into her three more times. The intensity of the angel's strokes inside her, caused Ellie to cry out as she fell over the edge. Castiel had to place a hand over her mouth for fear that her cries would wake the brothers. Ellie screamed against the palm of his hand, and finally coming down, she burrowed her head into the pillows.

Afterwards Ellie lay in the angel's arms, unable to stop smiling. Cas was his old self again, quietly whispering questions to her whilst he stroked her slightly damp hair. As she fell asleep against his chest, she placed a kiss on his smooth skin, whispering, "Merry Christmas, Castiel."