Dean struggled with Castiel's prone form, wrestling it into the nearby chair before checking the couch for a reclining option. In its stead he discovered a fold out bed, still laid fresh with linen. Fighting once more with the priest's weight before getting him properly situated on the bed, he stretched his back and wings once again. Despite dropping the smaller man twice, dragging him across the floor and jostling him in and out of the chair he did not wake. Dean just hoped that he would at all.

He felt the exhaustion setting into his limbs, even his wings drooped from the need for sleep. He eyed the empty side of the bed for a moment, debating whether or not it was a sin to share a bed with a priest. 'Fuck it.' Dean slipped under the covers beside the unconscious man, soon finding himself claimed by sleep.

Father Christopher woke from possibly the best sleep he had ever experienced with the distinct feeling of something warm resting on his back. Relishing the feeling for the minutes it took for his mind to fully wake, he soon recognized it as something foreign and his eyes snapped open. The cleric found himself laying stomach down facing Dean, his broad wings draped over the pair and off of the side of the bed.

Panic settled into his chest as he tried and failed to recollect what could have lead to this turn of events. Turning his head slightly he was only partially relieved to find them both fully clothed, a small distance between them but the proximity still unnerving. As he began to fully take in his surroundings he became further relieved to know he recognized them, only sparing a small moment to chastise himself for never having checked for the fold out bed.

Afraid that jostling the Angel's wings would wake him, Castiel turned away from the winged man and resigned himself to waiting. Half an hour passed before he felt the tell tale shift in Dean's wings signaling his approaching conscious state. Turning to face him once more, he was greeted with heavily lidded green eyes and a tired smile.

"You're alive."

"Yes, I am. I do not understand why you would have believed otherwise."

Dean pushed himself onto his forearms, his wings unconsciously shifting down Castiel's back onto his rear. The internal battle of whether or not to mention it to the Angel ensued.

"Dude, I poked you with one finger –"

He held his right index finger aloft as if to emphasize the point.

"- and you were out. I had to drag your sorry ass over here and everything."

"Thank you for that."

"Sure, no problem."

They sat there for a few moments, just staring at one another in a comfortable silence. Eventually they untangled themselves from the covers, Castiel making the bed while Dean attempted to slip into the button up by himself. Father Christopher still ended up helping him into it, the winged man mumbling curses and sour words the entire time.

"I feel like a child."

"You'll figure it out in time."

Dean shifted awkwardly while the priest went about packing the rest of his belongings, realizing full well he would have to don the trench coat once more in order to do the same later. He felt almost reluctant to get his shirts, the idea of ruining them for wear not setting well with him. Perhaps he'd just say fuck it and buy a whole new wardrobe. Realizing that would entitle a shopping trip with his wings and the world's most awkward priest he swiftly dismissed the thought, a shudder traveling down his spine at the lingering image it produced. He was not gonna brace that hardship for a couple of band shirts and flannels. He would just have to solve the open back problem. As the last of Castiel's belongings disappeared into a small suitcase he thought it time to vocalize his thoughts.

"So, I…uh…I kind of need to head back to my apartment."

Concerned blue eyes met his own, his stomach turning over for no reason. Like a ripple, his brow smoothed and realization met his eyes.

"You need to collect your belongings and finish any lingering business."

"Yeah."

"If you can wait until breakfast and my appointments are over we can get lunch on the way and I can assist you."

"Sure, sounds great."

"Then I will purchase breakfast. Are donuts acceptable?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Castiel was gone for 15 minutes before there was a knock on the door. Figuring the guy just had his arms full but thinking better of just answering the door, Dean pulled the coat on once more and approached the door as the knock came again. Slowly cracking the door he was greeted with possibly the hottest chick he'd ever seen. She was all olive skin and curves, her midnight irises matching her waist long hair. A coy smile teased her full lips as she placed her slender hands onto her jean clad hips.

"You aren't Father Christopher."

"Uh, yeah…He just left, but if you want I can tell him you stopped by, sweet cheeks."

Her laughter was like bells sending warmth down his spine.

"Well, aren't you a charmer? You think I could just wait for him in there until he gets back? I've come quite a ways and it's stifling out here."

She fanned herself to emphasize and despite a nagging feeling of unease he couldn't find a reason to turn her away. Nonchalantly, he shrugged and opened the door enough to let her in.

"Thanks, hot stuff."

As soon as he closed the door he found himself flipped around and pushed against it. The pain in his wings made him cry out as she claimed his lips and started putting her hands in all the right places. It was too much too fast and Dean found himself trying to keep up the pace she was setting with her tongue.

"Fuck, that's a fine Hello."

"I don't like to play games."

Her voice was all throat, so sensual it made him ache for more. Yanking roughly on her silk spun hair while she moaned, he attacked her neck while her hands cupped his ass. As her hands ascended his spine he came to his senses only to find he couldn't push her away. His mind sobered as he slowly became more desperate to dislodge her, her hands getting closer and closer to his wings as she peppered his throat with kisses and bites.

"Give me your wings, Angel boy."

His struggles died as he froze in place. Moments before her hand connected with the gentle down at the base of his wings the door knob was turned from the outside.

"Dean?"

"Cass!"

Her mouth claimed his once again, her flavor intoxicating to a degree Dean could not deny. Quickly he lost himself in her again, his hands tangling in her hair while he only faintly heard the voice on the other side of the door. Grinding into her and moaning into the kiss, he could feel her smirk on his lips. Between kisses she whispered to him words that his brain refused to wrap around.

"Your priest can't save you now."

The kiss deepened, his hands now roaming her again.

"Your soul is mine, Dean Winchester."

His wings forgotten, her hand trailed down his chest before popping the button of his jeans. Glass bursting to his left caused the woman to pull back; his glazed over eyes opening slightly to seek out her heat once more.

Castiel felt the bite of the glass in his skin as he slammed into the window, tumbling shoulder first into the room. Flipping himself to the crouching position, he saw the green eyed demon face him from her compromising position in front of Dean. Immediately the exorcism rites were spilling from his tongue, his eyes trained on hers as she released the Angel and howled in pain.

From his periphery he watched Dean's expression melt from blind need to horror as he shrunk further against the door. When the final word passed his lips the woman's body flung its head back as black smoke rushed from her. As her body sagged he rushed forward to catch her, grabbing Dean's wrist and looking him in the eyes while doing so.

"Are you alright?"

"I…I…"

"Did she harm you?"

"N-no, she just-"

"Did she touch you?"

"I-I guess, Cass, what –"

"Help me move her to the couch."

He didn't wait for a reply, just waited for Dean to silently comply before situating her and checking her pulse. As expected, he found no signs of life.

"Dude, what did you do?"

God help him, he snapped.

"What did I do? What did you do?! I leave for half an hour and come back to find you entwined with a higher level demon – possibly Lust himself- inside of a church! I knew you were ignorant of the situation but I never thought you a complete fool!"

"What did you expect me to do? She said –"

"After you answered the door to her – something you shouldn't have done in the first place!"

"I thought it was you!"

"Why would I knock when I have a key?"

"I-I don't know! I wasn't thinking!"

"No, Dean, you weren't and it almost cost you your soul."

He watched the winged man tense at that, the words digesting slowly.

"…What?"

"That demon was trying to tempt you so it could lay a claim on your soul."

"Why?"

"I would like to know myself; why you, Dean Winchester?"

Dean turned from his gaze as they sat in silence. Remembering the donuts he left at the door, Castiel rose from the side of the dead woman and retrieved them. Dropping the bag beside Dean on the desk, he returned to the cadaver and begun pulling her into his arms.

"Eat. I will clean up this mess before the parish arrives."

"Wait, let me-"

"I believe you have helped enough. Just…eat the confections. I will return shortly."

Dean had no idea what to say.