Castiel had fallen asleep not long after Emily. When he woke up the next morning he found Emily still snuggled up beside him wrapped up in the bed sheets. Her right arm had been flung over his abdomen and her head was resting against his shoulder. She was still fast asleep. Emily looked so peaceful that it made Castiel smile. Not wanting to wake her just yet, he kept still and thought about the night before.
Everything had been so automatic. Castiel had never experienced anything like it yet he'd known just what to do without much thought. It hadn't been anything like Castiel had expected it would be.
But then again, for Castiel, it had been more than just sex. Looking down at Emily, he knew that he loved her.
Castiel hadn't known Emily for very long, but he knew it was true. He wasn't sure exactly when he'd fallen in love with her. He could only guess it was probably when they talked about him once being an angel. When she'd accepted his past and hadn't questioned him. Her belief in him must have been the final straw.
Castiel could only hope Emily felt the same way he did.
As Castiel withdrew from his thoughts, Emily stirred from her sleep. When she lifted her head to look up at his face, Castiel grinned. "Good morning."
"Morning," Emily returned with a yawn.
She rubbed her eyes and Castiel turned so he could kiss her on her forehead. Emily smiled at him then rolled over to glance at the alarm clock on the night table beside the bed.
When she rolled to face Castiel again, she sighed. "It's seven-thirty. We should probably get dressed because Sam and Dean are expecting us to be in their room at eight for breakfast."
Castiel agreed. He wasn't sure if Emily was thinking the same as he was but Castiel didn't want Dean and Sam to get suspicious - which they would be if he and Emily were late. Castiel wasn't quite ready to get joshed by Dean about it.
"Are you coming to take a shower or what?" Emily inquired as she got out of bed.
Seeing her naked body again, Castiel's eyes widened. "With you?"
Emily laughed. "Yes with me. It'll save time and it'll save energy. We can make the environmentalists proud."
Castiel stood and wrapped Emily in his arms. "Sounds good."
After they were washed and dressed, Castiel and Emily immediately left their room and entered Sam and Dean's.
They found the brothers packing their bags.
"Where are you going?" Castiel asked, confusion in his voice.
Dean and Sam lifted their heads from their work to look at him and Emily.
"It's the witch in Connecticut," Dean informed Castiel and Emily as Sam returned to packing his bag. "She killed two more people yesterday so we've decided it can't wait any longer. We're going after her."
"We'll go pack up right now then," Emily announced as she grabbed the door handle.
"You're staying here," Dean told her.
Emily folded her arms. "Why?"
"There are demonic signs in the area where the witch is killing," Sam explained as he zipped his bag. "It would be better for you if you stay here. There aren't any demons around here yet as far as I can tell, so it's safer."
"Castiel will stay with you; right Cas?" Dean smirked.
Castiel starred at him. Does he know? How?
"Cas, you alright?" Sam inquired.
Castiel nodded. "Yes. And yes, I'll stay."
"How long will you guys be gone?" Emily asked the brothers.
Dean shrugged. "Should be less than a week; we'll call. And call us if anything happens. Let us know if a demon comes around."
He then pointed to a bag of rock salt that was leaning against a chair next to Castiel. "Put that on the windowsills and the door in your room."
"We will," Emily promised.
Dean zipped up his bag of clothes, then he and Sam began to walk towards the door.
Castiel and Emily stepped out of their way.
Before the Winchesters left Dean turned to face Castiel and Emily one last time and said, "Take care of yourselves."
Castiel gave him a curt nod. "See you."
Dean and Sam both said goodbye then slipped out the door.
When they were gone, Castiel turned to Emily.
"How about some donuts for breakfast?" he inquired.
Emily grinned. "That sounds delicious. I'm starving."
Castiel opened the motel room door and waved as the Impala passed him. He then led Emily to his new Ford Focus. After slipping inside, they buckled their seat belts and Castiel started the car. He then turned on the radio and drove off.
"Aren't you going to have some coffee?" Castiel asked Emily as he pointed to the cup on their motel room's table.
Emily shook her head as she chewed on a piece of her chocolate donut. Once she swallowed it she spoke. "I like the smell of it, but coffee tastes nasty."
"I thought the same too when I first drank it but I got used to it over time," Castiel told her. "I actually enjoy it now. It keeps me awake during night hunts and it's nice to have a warm drink in the morning."
Emily swallowed her last piece of donut then sipped her water before holding up the bottle towards him. "I'll stick to this and soda."
"Your choice."
Castiel finished up his coffee and threw the cup in the room's recycle bin.
Emily stood and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Now that we're full are you up for round two?"
Castiel turned to face her. "You mean…?"
Emily nodded. "Yes, I mean that."
They kissed and Castiel grinned.
Emily returned the expression then led him to her bed where they made love once more.
Two days passed in which Castiel and Emily spent their time in their room, talking, watching TV, and enjoying each other's company.
By the third day though, they'd had enough of being cooped up inside and decided to go to Bloomington's park to get some fresh air.
Castiel brought along the demon knife in his jacket as a precaution.
The park in Bloomington was stunning. The leaves on the trees were starting to change and the sun was out and shining bright.
Some children were playing soccer in the field and Castiel and Emily sat on a nearby bench to watch them.
"This brings back memories," Castiel mused as he swung him arm over Emily's shoulders so he could hold her close.
"What memories?" Emily inquired.
"Old ones," Castiel replied. "Ones from my life when I was an angel. I used to visit parks often whenever I was on Earth and not fighting any battles. It was peaceful, as it is here."
Emily looked up at him. "Do you ever miss being an angel? Having that power? Immortality?"
Castiel thought for a moment. "I do miss being strong, being able to fly, and being able to heal myself and others, but I don't miss much else."
"How come?" Emily quizzed.
"Most of my fellow angels unfortunately, were well…dicks," Castiel stated plainly.
Emily snorted. "So I've heard."
"Did those drunk hunters you keep talking about tell you that or Dean?" Castiel asked.
"The drunken hunters," Emily answered. "Why? Did Dean say that too?"
Castiel rolled his eyes at the memories that came to him. "It was his favorite word."
Emily burst out laughing. "So he's probably the one who told the hunters about the angels then?"
"Maybe," Castiel chuckled.
He loved the sound of Emily's laughter.
The two of them soon fell into silence and watched as one of the children-a ten year old boy- shot the soccer ball he and his friends were using, into a makeshift goal made of their jackets.
His teammates ran up to him and all gave him a high five. Castiel noticed that seeing this brought a smile to Emily's lips.
"Their enthusiasm is refreshing, isn't it?"
"It is," Emily agreed. "The last few years seeing all the horrors that most people never even know about has been tough. Seeing these kids get excited over something so simple, something that is important only to them, is nice."
Castiel understood. "It was probably something along those lines that has always drawn me to parks. The nature surrounding them as well."
"You enjoy the simple things in life," Emily said.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed.
Emily rested her head on Castiel's shoulder and they continued to observe the children as they played.
Four days later, Castiel and Emily were eating sub sandwiches in their motel room when Castiel's cell phone rang.
Castiel pulled it out of his pocket and read the name on the screen. Sam was calling.
Castiel pressed a button so he could answer the call. "Hello, Sam."
"Hey Cas, how are you and Emily?" Sam inquired.
"We're fine," Castiel replied. "There haven't been any signs of demons being around."
"That's good," Sam said.
"How is the hunt going?" Castiel asked.
"That's what I'm calling about," Sam told him. "We've finished the witch hunt but there's this possible shapeshifter hunt down in Oklahoma…"
Castiel understood. "It's fine Sam; go hunt it. Emily and I will be fine without you and Dean for a few more days. Don't worry about it. Tell Dean that too."
"Okay, I will," Sam promised. "We'll go back to the motel as soon as we're done the job. Should be a quick one."
"That's fine," Castiel reassured him. "We'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye."
The other end of the line went dead and Castiel shut his phone off before shoving it back into his pocket.
"What did Sam say?" Emily asked from the other side of the table.
Castiel sighed. "He and Dean learned of a shapeshifter hunt in Oklahoma. They're going to go take care of it before coming back here."
Emily smirked. "More alone time?"
Castiel grinned.
A/N: Okay that didn't go as smoothly as I wanted it to. I'm trying to build up to my main plot but I'm having an issue with how slow time is in my story so I'm trying to speed it up. Next Chapter will get more interesting I promise and Sam and Dean will be back. ;)