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"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, and 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.
Castiel took a deep breath in and sighed, putting his hands in his lap and staring off into space as he began, "I have killed so many brothers and sisters recently, and I don't like it, watching them die. It's... unpleasant. But so is where they put you in heaven if they think you'll rebel, the only difference between there and hell is that heaven doesn't use such crass ways of torture. And the things I've seen in hell too..." his voice became strained, "I've just seen too much. And now I'm beginning to feel more. Fear isn't nice."
"No," Willow agreed quietly, "and neither is the things you've seen Castiel. You're allowed to be scared; hell I'm scared all the time. But there are better feelings you know. Happiness, anticipation, love. All better than fear."
"I've never felt anticipation or love," he said bluntly, "I feel happiness sometimes though. Usually when I'm here, on earth."
Willow stretched and smiled, "you should stay on earth more often then."
"I can't. My duties are required elsewhere often."
"Fuck them," she smiled warmly, and Castiel looked at her almost smiling himself, "it's your life Castiel, don't let people control it."
"I work for my father," he said quietly, leaning back on the chair, before lifting his eyes up to meet hers, "your nightmares?"
Willow nodded slowly and tucked a curl behind her ear before lighting a cigarette and talking a drag before talking quietly, "I was just sixteen and we were working a job in Texas. I always hated Texas, mainly the accents I guess," she chuckled sadly, "It was me, John, Dean and Sam; there was a spike in demonic possessions so we went to check it out. We were talking the case through in a bar the night we got there, when they took me. We were walking back to the car when they grabbed me and used me as their shield. They knew that the boys wouldn't risk hurting me so... I assume that's why," she stopped for a few seconds and ran a shaky hand through her hair before continuing, her voice sounding hollow, "they hid me in a warehouse two states over, took them two weeks to find me. I fought but I... I couldn't do anything."
Castiel felt his anger throughout his whole body, the way that they hurt her; he didn't need to know how. Only that they did and that was bad enough in itself, but the way she spoke about it, and the way she avoided sleep made him want to hit something, no one should go through something like that, especially someone that perfect.
She glanced up and saw the anger on his face and mistook it straight away, "I'm sorry," she said in a rushed voice. "I know I'm a hunter, I asked for it."
"No," Castiel said in his husky voice, and the way his eyes connected with hers made her heart melt, "you didn't deserve that. It'll never happen again."
She smiled warmly at him, a true smile which reached her eyes and that made Castile's heart melt that time, it was so weird having these feelings for someone welling up inside him. He decided to seek Gabriel's advice when Dean returned, it felt too foreign.
But that only made Castiel sadder, that Dean would return and he'd have to leave.
"Cas," Willow said, making Castiel snap back to his senses, "Shit, I'm sorry. Do you mind – me calling you Cas?"
"No... It's a sign of friendship here isn't it? Informal nicknames?"
She snorted and smiled at how quirky he'd put it but nodded anyway, "well if you see it like that then you can call me Will."
"Will..." Castiel began hesitantly, crossing the room in a second so he was towering over her as she sat on his bed and for once she felt no fear as he moved closer. "Do you want to sleep?"
She looked up at him with round eyes and only then did she realise how tired she actually was, "Why?"
"Because, if I concentrate while you sleep, I can enter and control your dreams. So you'll have no nightmares, I promise," Castiel told her with such sincerity that it shocked both of them.
She didn't even hesitate before replying, "What do we need to do."
Which was when Castiel did something he'd never done before, he opened his mouth and lied.
"Skin on skin contact can help," he said hesitantly, scared that she'd see through his lies straight away and he'd be denied the chances of touching her skin which was sure to be the first and last time.
"Okay," she said without any sign of hesitation, flinging the tatty blue quilt back and moving to the edge of the bed. "Come here then."

At that moment Castiel felt as if he was now truly in heaven.
After some confusion which lead to Willow laughing her head off for about ten minutes, Castiel was lying in Willows bed, without his shoes, coat or tie on, and she had her head rested on his chest and one hand slipped up his shirt and was resting comfortably on his stomach tracing little patters on his skin and for a moment Castiel felt unable to say or do anything, as for fear of destroying the most perfect moment he believed to have ever had in his life.
Eventually his arms were around her as he softly cradled her back and she mumbled into his chest half asleep. "You sure this will work?"
"I swear it," he replied in an equally quiet voice as he felt her body relax beneath him as she fell asleep.

"Where am I?" Willow asked as she sat down on the edge on the cliff beside Castiel, she tried to stop her hair flying out behind her as the sea breeze was pushing against her. Eventually she gave up and looked down at the view below her and smiled. The sun was high in the sky, making the crystal clear blue sea glitter as if there were diamonds buried at the bottom of the ocean.
"This is what I saw once, hundreds of years ago. It's been my favourite place ever since." He told her, as he lifted his head to face the sun.
"You sound...Happy," she said to Castiel, as she pulled her eyes away from the glittering sea beneath her and she turned to face him. She noticed how different he was here, as if he felt freer. He was no longer tense and quiet but instead, he almost looked relaxed and she nearly went as far to say happy. "Your eyes, they're the same as the sea, it's beautiful," she blurted out before she could even think about it. But once she realised what she said she covered her mouth and turned to face him, her eyes horrified.
And something happened which she could never have prepared herself for. Castiel laughed. And it wasn't a cruel or cynical laugh like she expected after saying something so utterly stupid, but a laugh of genuine happiness. Once he stopped he looked at her and smiled, "thank you I think. But in all my memories I can't find anything to reciprocate the compliment. I've never seen anything beautiful enough to dare compare them to you."
Willow was speechless for a second before she dropped her head down, she could feel the blush creeping across her cheeks and in a split second decision she lifted her head up and met his eyes, their lips almost touching.
"Do you remember what you said earlier Cas?" she asked in a small voice.
"What do you mean?"
"About how you've never felt love before..." she gave Castiel a second to reply and when he didn't before she lost the nerve she continued, he'd moved his face slightly closer to hers, they were just a breath away from kissing. "If you want, I'll show you," she continued to say before leaning in and meeting his lips.
The kiss was so gentle she was surprised, she pulled back to try and gauge a reaction, to make sure she hadn't frightened him away, but he moved close meeting her lips this time as he softly put a hand on her cheek, and Willow decided that this was her heaven.
She was in the full blare of the sunshine, with the quiet noise of the waves below and she was kissing an angel that she was pretty sure she was in love with, despite meeting him that day. But while their lips were touching it was hard to form a coherent thought. All she could think about was him. And how soft his hands are as one hand was knotted in her hair and the other on the back of her neck. He pulled away for a second, and she looked into his blue eyes and softly ran a hand over his cheek, "Willow Winchester," he began, "I - "

"Will. Cas," she heard Dean yell as the front door slammed shut behind him and she jerked herself out of bed and glanced wildly around her room as she spotted Castiel. He'd put his shoes and trench coat back on but was staring down at loss at the tie around his neck. Willow slipped out of bed and winced as Castiel snapped his head up once he'd heard the floorboards creek.
"Let me," Willow said, as she slowly did his tie up, breathing his scent in, and she couldn't quiet decide what could possibly be better. He smelt like the sea air, rain and thunder which made her heart race, once she'd done his black tie up she looked up at him and patted his chest. He looked down at her with cold emotionless eyes.
"Cas," she said softly almost apologetic, but before she could continue he cut over her, his voice harsh as he moved away from her touch.
"I must go back up to heaven. Tell Dean I'll come to talk to him later, and not to call until then."
And before she could reply he disappeared and in the same second Sam flung the door open, "Will hey, want some breakfast? Where's Cas?" he asked in a rush.
"Yeah, I'll cook. And I don't know, said he'll be back later though," she added as an afterthought, lost in her thoughts about what had happened and his attitude that morning.
"What did you think of him?" Sam pressed her curiously as they walked down the stairs.
Willow shrugged callously but then she felt a little breeze behind her which sent chills down her spine and smelt like sea breeze, rain and thunder. She smiled to herself and looked at Sam square in the eyes. "I'll let you know later, me and him need to talk first," with resolve as she felt the presence leave.