Not much to explain enjoy and feedback. This is one of those stories for me I will only keep up with if I know you are reading. So comment or PM. Next chap should have some smut and we will find Castiel.

Chapter 2

History

Castiel knew better. He would have never had to lay a finger in her to unzip her dress…but he wanted to. Father help him he did…he wanted to. Two hours later, here he is, naked in the young woman's bed. Her body curled against his in such away that it made him understand the raison d'être behind keeping humans and angels apart. This was perfection. With her against him, he felt no need for the absolution of Heaven. Merely more of her would keep him sated in a way obedience never could. She was sin. She was satisfaction. She was sacrifice. She was his.

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"So when you say you've known Cass your whole like you mean like what exactly?" Dean asked when they all sat down again.

"I mean my whole life." C.C. Told him. "He and my father knew each other. Daddy had gotten into some trouble before I was born and Castiel got him out." She explained.

"What kind of trouble?" Sam questioned.

"Demons."

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Castiel never intended it to go this far. To go far at all. To go anywhere at all.

Edgar Bowers was a young archeologist when they met in 1970. He was 25 years old and had more money backing him, than he had brains in his head. In the spring of 1970 Edgar and his team began a dig on a small island off the coast of Spain. A dig that managed to open one of the many gateways to Hell that were located on earth. In doing so, the young man brought both, the wrath of Hell and the fury of Heaven down upon his head. It was Castiel's garrison that was alerted and responded to the upheaval on the secluded island. He and his army battled the demons who'd escaped, sending them back to the pit, then closing and sealing the gateway. When the dust settled, only three of Edgars 25 member team survived. Heaven's orders were to wipe the survivors memories clean of the event, and send them home with no recollection of any of it. To press the divine reset button if you will. Except Edgar's mind could not be reset. In fact the entire incident left him with an insatiable hunger for evil. Not to encourage it, but to seek it out and destroy it.

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"Wow." Sam said.

"Well no offence but better him than me. I can't say the angels have been all that helpful for us. I mean Cass. Fine he's cool. Took him a while though, but the others. Shit you can keep them." Dean complained after hearing the details of her fathers story.

"I've never met any others so I wouldn't know." C.C. told him.

"Shit he really was keeping you under wraps." Dean whispered.

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Castiel tried, to dissuade Edgar, but the man was simply driven to seek out evil things and malicious places. It became his hobby. The angel took it upon himself to watch over Edgar. Befriending him, and even assisting him. Heaven of course knew nothing of this. It more than likely would have ordered the man killed if it had.

Over the next ten years Edgar's more practical adventures made him quite wealthy and in 1980 the man found himself married and welcoming his first and only a child. A daughter. Cecile Grace Bowers. And Castiel would be asked to be her guardian. This being the wish of her father. Not Heaven. How could he decline.

For 19 years he would be a regular visitor to the Bowers household and over that time he would occupy many forms. But he never seemed to be able to disguise himself from Cecile or C.C. as she came to be known.

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"So Heaven wasn't exactly privy to…Cass' friendship with your Dad." Sam said.

"No." She shook her head. "Castiel has always told me the others can never know about me. Or….or it could be bad. And then last year. Well you know it Heaven cut him off. And You." She looked a Dean. "Nearly got him killed."

"Hey he knew what he was getting into. I was just as surprised." Dean defended.

"Yeah well. Don't expect a Christmas card from me." she glared at him.

Sam nodded understanding her irritation with the situation. Her life with the angel seemed very different. For that matter her Castiel seemed very different. "So how do you know him? I mean I am sure he has changed vessels a lot in thirty years. How do you no it's him and not some nut case?"

"I've always recognized him no matter what form he was wearing. Even when I was little. And aside from the week he spent as a woman and the two weeks he spent as a 12 year old boy it's never bothered me. It's like I only see the angel. I'm not sure how else to explain it."

"So can you see other angels for what they are? Or what about Demons." Dean questioned.

"I don't know. I don't think I have ever seen any."

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In 1999 while battling a demon in New Mexico Castiel discovered that not all of the demons from the incident in Spain had been returned to the pit. One had escaped. The demon of vengeance. He immediately went to the home of the Bower's to warn Edgar and his family, but found it too late. The attack had already begun. He called his Garrison to earth to battle the demon.

Adelle, Edgar's wife had already been slaughtered in her bed and when he found Edgar he was near death. With his last breath he begged the angel to save his daughter.

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"C.C. I'm sorry about your family I really am." Sam said earnestly hearing the story. C.C. was quiet and nodded.

"Can't change it now." she shrugged. "And I still have Castiel…I think." she sighed.

"He's okay. I mean he's Cas." Dean said. "You know he'll be alright."

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C.C. was thankfully not home. She was 19 and lived across town in an apartment near the college campus where she took classes. Castiel left his Garrison to do battle with vengeance, while he sought her out. When he reached her she was safe. Both she and her roommate were untouched. He sent her roommate away to safety, then took C.C. to the calmest place he knew. A small beach on the Mediterranean Sea. It was there he told her what had happened and held her while she cried.

He returned her to her home and held her hand while she answered questions from the police. Then he helped her gather a few things from her room at home and her apartment, Then he took her away. A few days later he sat with her in her father's attorney's office while she stumbled through the last of final arrangements for her parents.

He had watched this young woman grow from and infant. The feelings she caused in him over that time were often perplexing. As a child she inspired laughter and a very different sort joy in him than Heaven offered. He felt a fierce protectiveness of her that only seem to increase as she grew older. The last two years he had begun to appreciate her beauty, her outer beauty as well as her soul.

Although he'd only ever seen her face to face a few times a year thought out her life. He made good on his promise to watch over her, and his eyes were focused on her far more often than he was present in his physical form. He watched her and he had come to love her.

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"So he's been with you for ten years?" Dean shook his head. "Man I never had a hint." he grumbled.

"Don't blame him. He does what he has to keep me off the angel radar."

"Yeah but come on. Okay at first I can understand it. But. We're his friends. At least now." Dean went on.

"I understand it might seem like he didn't trust you, but Heaven wouldn't exactly be accepting of our… Relationship."

Sam nodded understanding what she meant.

"Oh please. Heaven sends angels to help humans now and then. That's how we got Cass to begin with. How could they get pissed off because he helped you. A good deed. isn't that angelic?"

Sam shook his head at Dean

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The funeral was, well what a funeral is. Horrible but necessary. At the end He stood with C.C. at the graveside. Watching her look at the coffins containing both of her parents as they were lowered into the ground. He stood to her side, just behind her, as if trying to shield her from the harsh November wind that blew. More than once she leant back against him, needing physical support as much and emotional. He didn't resist, going so far as to place on hand on her shoulder of her black wool dress coat and the other arm and hand around her waist. Something he had never done. He had held her hand and even wiped her tears away with his thumb. He had held her in his arms while she cried. But none of that stirred anything inside of him, aside from grief and his desire to protect her. This was different. When he put his arm around her waist he felt different. He wasn't doing it just to support her. Just to sooth her. He was doing it because, he loved her and he wanted her to feel it. To know it. To understand it she would be his from now on. His to care for. His to look after. His to love?

When it was over David Sharp, the attorney who handled her parents estate approached them. Telling her she was now a very wealthy young woman, then he pulled an envelope from the pocket of his jacked and placed it in her hand. Instructing her to "Give him a call in a few days." The man offered his condolences and walked away. Castiel walked C.C. away from the scene into the near by woods. Wrapping her small, weary frame in his wings, he took her home.

The house was clean. There was no hint of what had happened. No smell of blood, no whisper of death, not even the smell of antiseptic cleansers. Castiel had taken care of the mess himself. She stood in the large foyer staring at the staircase, looking confused and he helped her remove her coat.

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"You mean?" Dean looked at her astounded

"Mean what?" C.C. was confused

"You and Cass?" You?"

"Dean it's none of your business."

"Hey your not the one who took Mr not so innocent to a whore house." Dean snapped.

"You took him to a whore house?" C.C. asked.

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"I don't know what to do." C.C. whispered to no one in particular.

"You will in time." He assured and then rubbed his hands down her shoulders. But he didn't know either. He wasn't human. And while yes he could care for her meet her needs. As for the rest. He had no idea what to do. "You should change and rest." He said quietly into her ear.

She nodded and started for the stairs. Then turned and held her hand out to him. He nodded and accepted it. In her room she stopped again in front of the large picture window that looked out onto the grounds of the large estate. He again stood with her. "Can you unhook." she questioned. Bending her head forward giving him access the clasp on the necklace.

'Of course." His agile fingers released the clasp of the pearl necklace she wore.

"Zipper too?"

Here was the moment. The dress was black silk and although it had long sleeves and a high neckline she was beautiful in it. He might even have told her so, if it had been worn for any other occasion. The fabric clung to her body and her curves exactly as it should. She was stunning.

He nodded and grasp the zipper tab. He found himself going slowly. Feeling his index finger as it dragged gently down her back. He had no sooner gotten to the bottom and she sobbed. Loudly. He turned her towards him and pulled her against his chest.

"It's okay." he soothed. His hands stroked through her long straight hair down to her bare back. She was soft and warm under his hands. He'd never touched anything like this. Like her. His hands had never felt the softness of human flesh. Most of all his body…ached. She had stirred him in the past, but now. Now he didn't have words. He held her yet he ached to hold her closer. Touching her was both relief and torment.

C.C.'s arms tightened around him feeling his fingers on her skin and she pressed her face deeper into the shirt on his chest. His face pressed down into the hair at the top of her head and she could feel and hear him breathing, but he didn't stop his hands. She raised her face to his and her green eyes locked onto his blue. He looked both terrified and confident if such a thing were possible and she reached to touch his face.

Castiel leant into the caress his heart was beating in his chest. He should stop. She was so young. She was in essence his charge. But she didn't feel that way to him. She rose on her tip toes and let her lips raise up to his while his own head dropped to met her. At first their lips just barely touched. Brushing over each other and then back. He had never kissed a woman before. He had never kissed anything before.

And this will be continued. Soon I promise lol.