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Chapter 3

The Things We Do For Love

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Dean sat across the motel room looking at C.C. He was astonished. It wasn't that she wasn't an attractive woman. She truly was. And even though she sat in the chair near the table in a simple sweat shirt and jeans it was obvious this woman did not belong in a seedy motel. Ever.

"Um, Dean close your mouth." Sam elbowed his brother.

He did and blinked, then looked away from the woman, before looking back at her confused.

"I…I just. Oh hell why would he lie about something like that." Dean finally said with a grumble that sounded more like a whine, feeling more hurt than angry.

"Oh I dunno… Maybe because it is personal?" Sam stated the obvious with irritation while rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Yeah. But…"

"Look I'm sorry he didn't tell you about me and you feel left out, but… But I came here for a reason and I'd like to get back to it." C.C. finally said losing patience. "Where is he?"

Dean couldn't ignore the concern on her face. No matter how hurt he was that Castiel chose not to disclose this little affair to him, it wasn't her fault. Hurt or not Cass would want him to take care of her in his absence. At least he thought so. Hell it was hard to know what Cass would want him to do with her. He imagined first, the angel wouldn't be real happy to find her there at all, but he also felt certain he wouldn't want her left alone to search for him.

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Castiel had never kissed a woman before, but no one told his lips that. As soon as the initial exhilaration that came with feeling her lips against his dipped and settled into a decadent hum running throughout his body, his lips began to move with hers. It was almost a dance as they pulled and teased, sliding over each others mouths, sending sparks of heat through out him. Finally her lips parted allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. Glorious. Her tongue slid tangled and played with his, gliding against each other in a rhythm that sent sparks to his groin. His body thrilled, his heart pounded and raced, causing throbbing in places he knew he shouldn't acknowledge. His hands left her back long enough to sift long fingers through her hair and press her mouth to his harder. Then returned to her back, but this time seeking more of the soft flesh inside her dress.

When C.C's arms threaded around his neck and raked through his hair he moaned into her mouth and the ache in his groin intensified. Castiel's mind was twisting and turning with conflict and pleasure, torment and bliss. He shouldn't be doing this. Not just because he was and angel. But because she was weak. She didn't know what she was doing. Wanted. She was afraid and lonely. It was his job to take care of her. He was certain this isn't what Edgar had in mind when he chose him as guardian. She leant into him as his hands slid down the curve of her hip and she moaned into his mouth and leant into him harder. Bliss. She was so warm, so welcoming. So young. This was wrong. Wrong wrong. He pulled away.

"C.C." he panted. "C.C. you don't want this, not really." He was still gasping, his eyes still dark with desire as he tried to reason.

"Yes. Yes I do. For a long time." She breathed into his mouth so convincingly he lost his will and kissed her once again.

"No…no." He pulled back again. You're just grieving, you feel alone and afraid." he reasoned, but his hands still gripped her bare waist inside the dress.

"No. "She dropped her head shaking it. "Castiel I am not a child. I know what I want."

"We can't do this. Heaven wouldn't approve. C.C. your father wouldn't approve. I will stay with you. But…not like this. I can't."

"Can't? what about want. What do you want Castiel." She asked looking up to him. Silken tresses still tussled from his hands framing her face so perfectly. He could have just looked at her for days on end.

"What I want is irrelevant, I am an angel. Wants are inconsequential." He said looking away from her.

She pulled away from him taking her waist with her. "I know you watch me." She said.

"Of course I watch over you. It was your father's request of me when you were born." he told her.

"No. I don't mean you look in. I mean, when you watch me Castiel." He looked down at his shoes and then up as if he were looking around the room.

"Never inappropriately."

"It's okay. I don't mind." she said moving closer to him.

"It would have been improper to let you know."

"Let me know what?" She moved closer and soon she was with his reach again and his fingers ached to caress her. "Please." She hissed out with a sob. "I need you to tell me Castiel."

He looked at her, she was a mess. Her hair was everywhere, her dress was half off, her make up smeared from her tears, and still she was the most desirable creature he had ever seen.

"I…I…Can't." He stammered and backed away towards the door.

"Don't leave me." She begged.

"I'll be right outside your door C.C. I won't leave you. But I can't stay. If I do. I assure you we will both regret our actions. You should change and lie down. It's been a difficult day. You will feel differently after you rest. I promise." With that he left the room closing the door behind him.

Castiel closed the door and pressed his back to it firmly, as he held on to the door frame on either side of him. He had to resist her. No good would come from their coupling. His fingers dug into the wood of the door frame splintering it, as he fought the urge to turn back to her room. Heaven would destroy her if they found out. He could not do that to her. He knew nothing about love. About making love, about pleasing her. He could still feel the warmth of her skin on his hands and somehow he knew he would figure it out. "No…" Came out a pained whispered, he wrestled with himself in the hallway.

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"So what, he was just gone?" C.C. questioned when Dean finished telling her what happened at the warehouse. To say she looked concerned would have been and understatement." If he ended up back in Heaven they will tear him to shreds. You know that right?" Her eyes were practically drilling through both brothers waiting on something. Anything that would make this all sound just a little more promising.

"Come on. Don't look that way." Dean said trying to sound soothing. "It's only been two days. Give him time. He'll be back."

"Dean's right C.C. he always comes back." Sam comforted her kneeling next to her chair

"Hell he exploded, and came back." Dean reminded and then immediately regretted it when C.C's glare intensified.

"Smooth." Sam said to his brother as he got up to sit next to him on the end of the bed.

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C.C. Stood in her bedroom watching Castiel go out the door. She was alone. And she cried.

Once she managed to pull herself together she stood up and went into the bathroom to change. Her rooms were large and growing up here she had pretty much anything a girl could ask for. The bathroom alone as big as most of her school mates bedrooms and most of her friends thought the sunken tub in the bathroom was a small pool. She looked in the mirror she was a mess. Running water to wash her face she stripped of the dress, and her black lace bra. She pulled her pale pink t-shirt off of the hook on the back of the door and slipped it on, then washed her face. But the tears rolled anyway she couldn't stop them. Her life was over. At least as she knew it. She was ready yet. Maybe Castiel was right. Maybe she was too young for this and for him.

She reached for the soap to wash her hands but her hand wrapped around the porcelain soap dish instead. She lifted and threw it into the wall as hard as she could while she screamed out a sob. It felt good. So good she picked up the matching toothbrush holder and threw it, and then the matching tissue box, the lotion.

Castiel heard the scream and the crash from the hallway it was horrible and guttural. What had he done, leaving her alone like that. The moral wrestling match was over. He needed to be with her, because she needed him.

He came into the bathroom. Ducking all ff the objects C.C. was sending sailing through the air. She was clearing the counter of toiletries throwing everything she could grab, hand over fist at the wall.

"Stop." Castiel said when he managed to get close to her. "C.C. it's okay now just stop. You're angry I know. Please just stop." He knew she could act out but this was extreme even for her. She wasn't speaking just sobbing loudly. He reached for her and grabbed her roughly pulling her to him. He led her wrists at first and looked at her. "Stop." he said again. "I'm here. I wont leave you."

She nodded. It was something besides the mournful sobbing and he would take it. "Come on." He said lifting her to him, the floor was covered with broken glass, he didn't want her walking through it. When he lifted her, she put her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He almost moaned feeling her. So warm. No hot. She was hot pressed against him. So good, she felt so good as she buried her face in his neck her tears subsiding.

"Calm down." he said nuzzling his face to her cheek. "I'm with you. He said carrying her to her bed.

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Dean sat on the couch with his eyes on C. C. she was asleep in the bed by he window. They convinced her to stay with them. He wasn't sure how he felt about her. Or how he felt about Cass being less than honest about her. But until he knew something for certain, he wasn't going to let the woman out of his sight. Not with everything going on. He didn't know if she was safe or not and he wouldn't risk her. He had the feeling Cass would never forgive him or himself if anything happened to her.

She had a duffle bag packed to the hilt in her rental car. She was determined to find the angel. Dean learned that she lived in Chicago now. She had more money than God thanks to her parents and she taught art to inner city kids whose school couldn't afford an art program.

Just as he was about to stretch out on the sofa for the night Dean's Cell phone rang.