Chapter 2

(Warning – random Dr. Who & Torchwood spoilers)

I had hoped we were going back to the bunker as planned, but another job had cropped up. I was itching to text Balthazar about the advanced showing of Star Wars they were having in a few days, and I might have been able to sneak in a text, if Castiel wasn't sitting in the backseat next to me. I didn't think Cas would say anything, but I was still paranoid that Dean would lose his mind if he knew about Balthazar's plans to take me to a movie. Ugh, maybe we would stop soon, it had been nonstop driving since our crappy breakfast. Oh! Ideas…

"Hey Dean?" I leaned forward slightly and tried to look adorable. "I don't suppose we are stopping for lunch soon? Pretty please?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "If you are hunting with me, drop the pretty pleases princess. And yes, in about 30 minutes."

I happily clutched my purse closer to my chest, I would have my opportunity to text soon! I had that weird feeling again, like the angel next to me was tilting his head and trying to figure out why I was acting strangely. I turned towards Cas, and couldn't resist tilting my head slightly also. "Yes Cassie?" I felt the look Dean gave me and ignored it.

"I am curious as to why you are so excited about lunch. You are usually the first to complain about the sub-par food choices. Are we eating somewhere more palatable today Dean?"

Oh. Crap. Don't panic, act natural…

"No. just the usual slop, so don't get your hopes up kiddo."

They could have been serving fried cat. I ordered the first thing that resembled food, and excused myself to the bathroom. I dove into a stall and texted Balthazar, telling him about the advanced showing and how we were heading to North Carolina, and as soon as I got to a hotel room I would text him again, and I missed him already. I hit send, then realized I maybe shouldn't said the missed him part like some creepy stalker.

It was a good thing he had the quick thinking to cover my mouth when he appeared in front of me, not that I was about to shriek or anything. He smiled and gently pulled his hand away. "Just wanted to tell you something in person." What? My mind raced, oh, he probably wanted to tell me in person that he changed his mind and wasn't inter…

I would like to point out it is really hard to think straight when being gently kissed by an angel. He pulled away, leaned into my ear and whispered. "Missed you too love." Before I could blink he was gone. My brain slowly caught up, and I finally made my way back to the table, just as they were setting the plates down.

Sammy gave me a concerned look. "You alright? You seem a bit flushed." Now they were all looking at me, great. Good thing I had my secret weapon handy.

"Girl stuff, you know…" I have never seen three grown men break eye contact and pretend I didn't exist with such alacrity before. I smiled to myself and dug into my food, my lips still pleasantly tingling.

I had barely closed the door on my hotel room before digging my phone out of my bag. I may have squealed excitedly to finally be able to talk to Balthazar, I may or may not have jumped up and down a bit also. I quickly dialed his number, trying to remember to breathe.

"Hello love"

"Hey! So I finally landed myself in to a private room, and if you wanted to come over?"

"Of course, as long as you promise not to have heart failure when I appear?"

I giggled. "I am emotionally prepared this time, appear away!"

My heart did skip a little beat when he appeared in front of me, but not out of fear. His smile made me feel a bit melty on the inside, and I had to restrain myself from literally jumping into his arms.

"Since we have a few days before the movie, I thought perhaps some television and popped corn would suffice?"

I nodded eagerly, then looking around the room I realized there was a bed and a TV facing it, but no couch or chairs. I felt my face flush. "I guess we can sit on the bed? I mean if that's ok with you?" He chuckled. "Sounds wonderful to me love."

We tucked into the bed, propped up on pillows. I was surfing through the channels as he magicked up some popcorn and drinks. I just got to BBC America and saw some old Dr. Who reruns. I hesitated, because I loved Dr. Who but didn't know if I would look to nerdy wanting to watch it. Before I could change it Balthazar reached over and took the remote from me and set it on the nightstand. He put his arm around my shoulders and we snuggled together, munching popcorn and just enjoying each other's company. As Dr. Who gave way to Torchwood, it went from his arm around me to my head on his chest, his hands lightly stroking my back. He had pulled the covers up around us, and I couldn't remember ever being this content, feeling so safe and secure in someone's arms. The Miracle Day episodes had been playing through, and found myself hiding my face when Gwen's father dies, but kind of doesn't, and I forgot how sad this was. Balthazar suddenly pulled closer and I pressed my face into his neck sniffling.

"How about something less traumatic love?" I sniffled some more and nodded, but kept my face buried into him. I also wondered if all angels smelled this good, or was it just him? "And, I promise it's safe to look now." He stroked my back reassuringly. I sighed and readjusted so my head was back on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I giggled as I refocused on the TV just in time to see Rose telling the 9th Doctor he was "so gay" for complaining about her mom slapping him.

I was starting to drift off around the dinosaurs on a spaceship, and sleepily felt Balthazar readjust us so I was curled up into his chest. "Sweet dreams love."