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Sam just smirked at her, gently placing a few of the books on the most comfortable looking chair on the floor. And when Willow next glanced up at Castiel he was still standing in the same spot looking directly at her, cocking his head to the side as if he was confused.
"Yes?" Willow asked, glaring at him, "can I help you?"
"How am I... How am I making this place untidy?" He asked her, and Willow couldn't surpass the smile that she let slip through her lips, she tucked her hair behind her ears and pushed herself back so there was room next to her on the bed. She tapped the blackest and looked up at Castiel, "It's just an expression, please sit."

Castiel didn't know what it was, maybe it was something about the way she smiled at him, or the way she didn't laugh at him or get annoyed the way Dean did when he didn't understand a human saying, but he found himself perched on the edge of the bed, dangerously close to her. He could hear her heartbeat increase as he sat down and he sat stock still, afraid of scaring her.
"I'm not sure why they were there, I was Iowa burning some bones, standard hunting you know? Anyway, I was making sure the bones burnt alright, I bent down to get my fags and that's when they came. Five or six demons, grabbed me from behind." She shrugged offhandedly and Cas almost felt his blood boil at the idea of some demonic aberration going anywhere near her.
"They pinned me down and began torturing me, nothing I hadn't experienced before, they kept saying the same thing over and over again though; 'if he wants her, we'll have our fun first,' I thought it was weird."

After Willow told them what had happened, silence ensued for a few minutes as no one moved, she glanced up at Castiel trying to be discrete as she could and without meaning to words began tumbling out of her mouth, "so where are your wings then, angel boy?"
"Mere humans can't see my wings, it would burn your eyes out," he said without even glancing at her, his eyes still staring into the distance.
"I'm not a mere human though," she replied grinning impishly, and when he didn't reply she asked him another question, "so what about a halo?"
"Angels don't have halos."
"Okay, so what about one of them flowing white dresses?" she laughed and felt a warm smug smile inside when she saw the corner of his lips turn into what could be taken as a smile.
"Willow," Dean said, breaking up whatever was left of her and Castiels conversation, "we're going to see how Bobby's doing and let him know you're alright. Sam and me...Well are going to Iowa to see if we can find anything. Cas can I have a word?"
"Okay, see you later," she sat up and put her arms out as a hug, "Dean and Sam Winchester I want my damn hug I haven't seen you in how long and I don't even get a hug? Or are you still bitter about how I beat your ass?"
Dean bound forwards and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead and saying in a gruff voice, "Don't you ever scare me light that again you hear?"
And as suddenly as she was pulled into the bear hug he let her go and headed out the room yelling, "come on guys," over his shoulder.
Castiel rose from his spot on the bed and Willow smiled softly at him, and to her surprise he returned it and nodded slightly, before following Dean out the room. Which just left her and Sam.
"You been keeping Dean safe yeah?" she said once they'd hugged and he proceeded to mess her hair up.
"It's not easy," he sighed. "But yeah."
"How's he been... after hell?" she asked in a small voice, pulling her bag onto her lap and pulling things out in disarray.
"He's okay which is weird but we're not doing that badly," Sam smiled slightly and held the Malbro cigarette packet in his hand, "you looking for these Will?"
"Sammy please," she said plastering a sad expression on her face and looking up at him with sad green eyes, "please."
He sighed again and threw them half heartedly at her, she caught them perfectly and her face broke into a smile, "works every time."
"No one can say no to them eyes Will," he smiled as he walked out, "stay safe, and try and get some rest," he said before shutting the door.
Willow laughed quietly to herself at the idea of her getting rest. She couldn't remember the last time she slept properly, it couldn't have been in the last four years at least, but she made it through it all, catching ten minute naps here and there. She pulled herself out of bed and peeled the blood stained clothes off and made a mental note to put the hot water on, before pulling on a small pair of bright red girl boxers and another baggy black and dark blue checked shirt, after doing it up she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail and sighed as she leaned on the wall, for a second letting the fact she wasn't tired thanks to Castiel's healing make her feel better. For once the world wasn't as fuzzy or stressful.
Willow opened the rickety old window and leaned out, breathing in the fresh air and gazing up at the moon before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag before relaxing, putting one leg out the window and pulling the other to her chest.

Castiel didn't think that Willow had seen him yet and he was taking that to his advantage, he'd noticed that even earlier around her brothers that she'd put up some type of barrier and now, she looked so relaxed and innocent that it made him smile as he noted her habit's the way she was absently minded swinging her legs, and as his eyes travelled up her body he began to take note of a different type of thought. On how shapely her legs were, not too fat but not too thin either, and that she was only in a tight pair of boxers that accented the shape of her ass perfectly – Castiel jerked himself out of his revere and cleared his throat, which made Willow jump and turn her head, swinging the arm around that was holding the cigarette but was now holding a silver dagger, sighing as she realised it was him she lowered her arm and climbed inside.
Putting the knife down on the side she glanced up at him. "You nearly gave me a damn heart attack."

Willow was trying her hardest to not smile as she was rooting through her wardrobe, every so often she'd catch Castiel checking her out and he'd always glance away, a guilty expression plastered all over his usually emotionless face.
She stood up clutching her pair or grey leggings triumphantly, "I knew they were in there somewhere."
Castiel didn't say anything he just tried his hardest to avoid looking at her at all, which made Willow even happier as it meant he liked looking at her, she silenced the normal nineteen year old that was giggling in her head as she stifled the urge to kiss him, she'd catch herself reminding herself that he was an angel and she wasn't exactly pure.
She stood in front of him and smiled, "do you like these?" she asked, gesturing at her body up and down and pointing at one of her many tattoos.
Castiel looked at where she was pointing and went to open his mouth but shut it again, and Willow could have sworn that a faint red blush appeared on his cheeks.
"These are, um," he cleared his throat, "protection and warding away symbols?" He glanced up at her confused and she smiled.
"Yeah. I met this guy in downtown New York when Dean and I worked a case there, he did tattoos with a dash of holy water in. They don't do a lot, but a little. Good enough for me. I love them."
"They're beautiful, as are you," Willow thought she heard Castiel whisper but she couldn't see his lips move so she just assumed that she was losing it.

After an hour in the bathroom, standing in the hot shower letting it wash all the dried blood off and relax all the tense muscles in her back, she stepped out the steamy bathroom to find Castiel standing in the same place that she'd left him in after telling him that he was not allowed in the bathroom with her and a look of shock passed over her face.
"Castiel you didn't have to wait."
"It's alright, I had to make sure you're safe that's what Dean told me to do," he replied as he followed her down Bobbys cluttered hall.
Willow stopped suddenly and turned around to face Castiel, anger written all over her features.
"Dean told you to watch me?" she asked him, glaring him down.
"Dean told me to make sure that the demons didn't get to you again."
"Tell Dean," she snarled, "that I can take care of myself thank you very much." Before storming off into her bedroom and slamming the door. She ran a frustrated hand through her hair and silently fumed for a minute before Castiel appeared in the middle of her room.
"When the doors locked that usually means I want to be on my own." She spat out.
"Why are you so mad," Castiel asked quietly and the bright blue puppy dog eyes knocked her off her feet, it made her forget why she was mad in the first place.
"I'm not a child," she whispered, "I've been through enough on my own. I don't need to be taken care of."
"I understand," Castiel said, his voice void of emotion. "But Dean said he will back tomorrow. Just let me keep my promise to him until then?"
"Urgh," she said, exasperated her herself for being unable to say no to him, "fine."
Castiel didn't say anything as Willow flopped onto her bed face down, he only pulled out a chair and when he looked back up Willow was sitting back at the window with another cigarette.
"Won't you sleep?" Castiel asked her, burrowing his frow, "humans usually need long periods of sleep once they're healed."
"I don't sleep," she said, then carried on in a small voice, "I have nightmares."
She sounded so afraid that Castiel didn't realise what he'd said until he said it, "so do I. I don't need sleep but I still get afraid."
Willow looked up and her emerald green eyes locked with his clear blue ones and it was as if she was searching for something again, Castiel felt as if she could touch his soul with her eyes.
"Tell me?" she asked, "I might be able to help somehow, it's horrible being afraid all the time. I know."
Her voice sounded so scared, caring and vulnerable at the same time that Castiel just wanted to hold her but he refrained himself and instead said, "will you tell me yours too?"
"Okay," she whispered and pulled her knees to her chest.

Nothings happened, but everything there will come in useful trust me :}