That he once had a former life wasn't his concern anymore. It mattered, every experience, but the chances of ever returning to his once stable world—those chances didn't exist. In all actuality, Jimmy had decided, that very moment (when he traded his body for the freedom of his daughter), that he wouldn't continue the pursuit of attaining his former reality. It would only cause his family danger, Sam had bluntly revealed. It was a realization, making him accept that he was condemned to his decision…

Jimmy was thrust down onto the blankets, followed by Castiel's hard kiss. A leg went in-between his thighs, rubbing his groins—the friction, an intense pleasure. Warm tongues met again—just barely, before another hard kiss was initiated. The angel pinned Jimmy's arms to his sides; Jimmy surrendering completely.

The hunger in Castiel grew immensely. With a gruff moan, he pulled at the softness between his lips. He became frustrated, wanting more but not knowing how to feed his desire.

The kissing subsided, and they breathed on each other's mouths. The warmth of their breath caused Jimmy to shudder. It tingled on his lips, teasing his body by giving rise to goose bumps.

My vessel…Castiel thought, and he pulled away to marvel at Jimmy. He stared, but once again became frustrated.

Jimmy blushed, suddenly realizing how exposed Castiel was making him under the wandering gaze.

"Uh—," Jimmy choked. "Is-is there something wrong, Cas—"

"I have to apologize," The angel responded, leaving Jimmy confused. "I don't know what I want to do with your body—I…" His face grew more apparent with frustration as he narrowed his eyes.

Castiel implying that he had decided to assume control (in other words, top him) had his heart racing. If he wasn't flushed enough, he sure was, now.

"I do know that I want to pleasure you—you've given me so much…I want to appreciate you; I want you to feel at peace." Castiel whispered, "Tell me how…" and trailed his fingers down Jimmy's body.

Jimmy closed his eyes, allowing himself to drown in the pleasure he felt with the angel's praising. He looked away and brought the back of his hand to shield his embarrassment. Castiel found the gesture odd; a novel reaction to his words. He closed in; only a few inches from Jimmy's face and gazed intensely, once again, admiring the features with anticipation. The angel moved Novak's hand, gently and traced his jaw with kisses.

Still bashful, Jimmy continued to look away but slowly went to his shirt. He unbuttoned it with trembling fingers. Castiel cocked his head and stared, narrowing his eyes. "Why…" The angel asked, trying to create a reason. Jimmy's shirt fell open, revealing his torso. The warm glow of the candlelight softened the appearance of his skin, making it tempting for the angel's mouth. Finally realizing what Jimmy was implying, Castiel brought his lips to the smooth surface. He placed a gentle kiss that made Jimmy breathe in. It sent a pleasurable shock throughout his body. The angel kissed near his navel and sucked on the skin. Jimmy bit his lip at the sensation. He brought a hand to cover his mouth to stop himself from being loud.

Castiel continued his teasing by dragging his lips downward. The feel of Novak's skin was intoxicating. He trembled with desire for his vessel and brought himself back to work on Jimmy's lips. To his surprise, Jimmy roughly kissed back, grasping the angel's hair to deepen the kiss. The noises of their parting lips broke the silence, arousing them. The angel brought his hands to explore the bare skin, and he found Jimmy's nipples. With his thumbs, he gently pressed into them, kneading the skin.

"—ah," Jimmy moaned, suddenly and arched into Castiel's touch. Castiel could feel his breathing start to quicken, and he read that as a good sign (based on his own reactions).

"Haa…touch me," he moaned to Castiel.

The angel cocked his head. "But I am."

"N-no—here, give me your hand."

Castiel complied and watched curiously as Jimmy lead his hand downwards. He had him rub a bulge in-between his groins. The angel could tell that this was pleasuring Jimmy by the way he bit down on his lips and threw his head back into the sheets. He could also feel his legs shaking (surely a sign of intense pleasure). The stifled moans that escaped Jimmy's lips fascinated Castiel, and he watched the writhing body with wonder.

Once he caught rhythm, the angel gently rubbed the area without guidance. Jimmy's hands clenched the sheets as he arched into the touch, biting his lips to try and hold the moans back. But he failed and whimpered; the desire for more had him pleading.

"Oh…fuck me, Castiel."

It didn't matter anymore, who he was, what he had left behind. Why should he turn back now? He needed this; he wanted it. Loneliness, guilt, shame and hate—he knew those all too well; the decisions he made. He wanted to experience trust, pride, joy, comfort and pleasure…He was condemned to his decision—why not to this relationship with Castiel?

He chuckled at the thought. "I want to have sex with an angel of the lord."