A/N: Thanks so much to my few but dedicated reviewers, you keep me writing!

This story is seriously taking on a life of it's own, each time I sit down and write I'm surprised by what I end up with! LOL.

CHAPTER FOUR

It was a couple weeks later, and Lucifer was still out and about. The fallen angel had gone to confront Sam and Dean but after being shot in the head with the Colt he disappeared, which happened to be after he summoned Death. The group had not been able to do much more except get out of the area until they could really be prepared to meet something as strong as Death itself. At the moment Bobby and Ellen were cooped up in his house gathering up lore and doing as much research as possible. Sam and Dean had gone on some hunt for an old friend of their father's, it involved a mental hospital. Jo had ended up on her own in Oregon, hunting a Wendigo that needed killing.

She had not seen Castiel since the night they both ran into Lucifer. As usual he popped away to do whatever it was he did when not around them, either that or he was back tagging along with Dean. Jo admitted to herself that she had missed the angel's quirky presence. However she did not expect him to be around on a regular basis, that was just unreasonable. So she filled her time with the thrill of the hunt.

Out in Oregon she saved a young couple on a hiking trip in the woods. Jo had come across them just as the Wendigo was closing in on them, ready to take them back to its lair. She had what resembled a miniature flame thrower, something Ash had built before he died. Needless to say she fried the thing to a crisp and sent the frightened couple home safely. It felt good to just be on the road saving lives again, it was the reason she got into hunting. Sure her father was a huge influence but knowing you could save someone was the motivation to keep pushing on.

By nightfall she was exhausted. Covered in grime from the forest and other people's blood, Jo headed into her motel room. The Rustic Pine was a rather tacky place. Inside the room was a drab green with brown carpeting. All over the walls were hunting photos and even a deer head was mounted. She ignored all that though and simply enjoyed the warm shower as the water washed away the day. She tossed on some pajama pants and a tank top and headed out of the bathroom. She gasped at what she saw in the main room, Castiel, simply standing by the door way in his trench coat.

"Cas? What are you doing here?"

She asked, Jo had not expected to see him until she met up with Dean again. Maybe something was up, were the guys in trouble? She walked over to the angel, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Castiel just stood there until Jo invited him to take a seat next to her. He sat down slowly and seemed even more awkward and stiff than usual, if that was even possible. He was really starting to worry her. When he did not reply she placed her hand over his.

"C'mon what's wrong? Did something happen?"

The worry was evident in her voice. As Jo became more worried Castiel seemed to become more anxious.

"Um…no, nothing has happened concerning the apocalypse, at least no urgent matters needing to be dealt with immediately."

His response calmed her down a bit but he was still acting weird even by angel standards.

"So….what are you doing here Cas?"

Jo asked again in an attempt to get a straight answer out of him. Castiel looked puzzled and frustrated. His expression resembled a small child's as they tried to describe something to their parents, only they did not know the right words to use. Finally he managed to get something coherent out of his mouth.

"I just- I, wanted to see you."

He sputtered then quickly averted those gorgeous eyes to the floor. Jo sighed with relief but on the inside she was ecstatic to see him, and to know he sort of missed her.

"Oh, alright, well I'm not sure there's much we can do around here. We can just talk or watch TV if you want….although I'm not sure what angels do in their free time." Jo explained with a shrug of her shoulders. She did not want to bore Castiel but she had no idea what he did for fun, if he ever even had fun.

"Talking sounds good"

Castiel replied and he actually grinned at her, a real one, not the plastered on fake ones he gave Dean. Jo moved back on the bed to rest her back against the headboard and Castiel followed suit, sitting quietly beside her. For a few seconds she just sat there, not at all sure what to do or say.

"Whatcha been up to?"

Jo asked, deciding it was at least better than the weather topic. The angel beside her took in a slow breath, turning his head to face hers.

"I have been speaking with other angels, and discovered that not only is Michael out to destroy Lucifer in a massive battle…but Raphael has been gathering comrades to side with him in letting the apocalypse happen."

He said with a note of defeat in his voice. She sat there stunned for a second or two, shocked that he had just told her all of that. How the hell do you go about replying to that?

"That sucks Cas, I can't believe an archangel is going to let this happen."

She said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Even worse is that Raphael has obtained my strongest comrade, my brother Jerahmiel, he has become a traitor to me. He believes our father is either dead or no longer cares. He has given up."

He said softly. Jo had never seen him look so tired and overall defeated. His family had turned their backs on him without thinking twice. She reached over and squeezed his hand.

"Well you still got Sam and Dean, Bobby, my Mom, and of course me. I'd never turn my back on you Cas."

She whispered and for awhile they just sat there with the television a distant hum in the background.

About thirty minutes of silence had gone by. Jo and Castiel were still sitting on the bed, fingers intertwined. They were comfortable just being in one another's presence and Jo once again felt safer having him close. 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' was playing on the television and she was absent-mindedly watching it. It was at the part where Ben and Andy had just met, and were shamelessly making out in his apartment. Jo's eyes wandered over to Castiel with way too much curiosity. Thankfully he was staring off into space not even watching the glowing box on the opposite wall.

"Cas?"

Jo said, running her thumb over the top of his hand. He first looked down at her hand, inspecting exactly what she was up to, then his sky colored eyes focused on her.

"Have you ever kissed someone before? Like, do angels do that?"

His expression changed to one of discomfort and she wondered if she had crossed some sort of line. He seemed as nervous and awkward as he had been when he first arrived. Jo immediately regretted even asking, he was an angel for God's sake, they probably didn't even want to kiss.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked…that's personal."

She said in hopes they could go back to their comfortable silence, she did not want him to feel like he had to leave.

But Castiel surprised her. He remained where he was, still looking uncomfortable but not quite so much. His eyes focused on hers and she could have sworn he was staring straight into her soul with that piercing gaze.

"Angels do….kiss….and engage in other physical activities as well. Usually it is mostly fallen angels who take up this behavior. Those of us who reside in Heaven may be curious but are forced to not explore those aspects of human life, it is frowned upon."

He explained cautiously.

"Since I have recently fallen, no, I have not kissed anyone in my entire existence."

Now that was just damn depressing. Jo remembered feeling insanely behind and out of the loop when she had to wait until she was 16 years old to get her first kiss. Ellen was an extremely protective mother that plenty of boys were afraid of. Jo recalled the few somewhat close girlfriends she had all getting that first kiss before her. Back then all she could think about was how she must be really missing out on something. She wondered if Castiel felt that way, especially since he was friends with a guy like Dean who was with a different woman every week.

"Do you wanna try it?"

She whispered, her heart pumping a mile a minute in her chest, anxiously anticipating his reply.

Castiel seemed to freeze, like every muscle in his body locked up either from nerves or shock. His doe-like cerulean eyes got wider and he just stared at Jo. She took that as closer to a 'yes' than a no, and leaned a little closer to him. He gulped anxiously and remained speechless. Their faces were only centimeters apart now and she wondered if the angel could hear her racing heart.

"Close your eyes"

She said in a hushed voice. The second Castiel's eyes shut Jo gently pressed her lips to his. He didn't react at first but eventually the angel was responding and Jo wondered if he had been paying more attention to the movie than she thought. She put an arm around his neck and pulled him closer, the other hand moving to run through his smooth brown hair.

Jo felt him shudder, almost as if he was finally unwinding from all the insane tension recent events had brought upon him. His hands found their way to her hips and this time he was the one getting Jo as close to him as possible. Eventually and unfortunately she had to break away for air. Jo kept close to him, still feeling his ragged breath on her cheeks. His eyes even looked a shade or two darker than before.

"That was enjoyable."

He stated simply and Jo could not help but giggle. Castiel didn't seem to mind her reaction as she buried her face in his chest, still fighting off laughter. He noticed he liked Jo, and he liked her being so close to him. All of these feelings did not quite make sense to him yet but they certainly made more sense than all the other crap that was going on in the world. So he put his arm around her shoulders, just like he saw in the movie, and let Jo fall asleep against him.