I don't own Supernatural; damn well wish I did... Cas would be in it more ;D

Thanks a lot, Cloudgirl9, still loving your reviews, and I think this should clear up a lot in the next chapter, but the nightmares she's going to start having even with Castiel in her dreams in the impending doom, you'll see...

I think the plot is going slower then I want it too, but there needs to be the steady relationship with her and Castiel before I start letting the shit get heavy.
Hope you guys enjoy

Please R&R means a lot.

"Jesus," she staggered back and sat on her bed with her head between her knees. From the way the bed sagged she knew that Castiel had sat beside and he'd begun to hesitantly rub her back soothingly.
"Don't leave," she whispered, unsure if Castiel could hear her, but the light fuzzing in her head made her unable to talk.
"I won't," he replied, and he softly pulled back on her shoulders, helping her sit upright, and as they looked into each other's eyes he kissed her lightly on the lips. Willow let herself get lost in the moment for a second before she broke it.
"We need to talk," she said sullenly.
"I know," Castiel replied leaning back and placed his hands in his lap, "I'm sorry about the way I acted."
Willow held her hand up and looked into his eyes, gesturing for him to be quiet, "Look I need to tell you some things before you start being all sweet and make me back out of saying this," it looked as if Castiel was going to argue, he opened his mouth but after seeing how sad her emerald eyes looked he shut it again and stared at her. The silence in the room hung heavy until Willow began to talk again, "I trust you, more than anyone I think, which is weird. I've only ever trusted the Winchesters and Bobby and I never planned on trusting anyone else because I'm scared. I've never had to worry about them hurting me, or betraying my trust. But with you it's like everything's different. The way you acted this morning, especially after I told you about my nightmares, it was so new to me so powerful. I've only known you for two days Castiel," Willow said, her words rushing out of her mouth, she felt as if that now she'd opened her mouth she just couldn't stop. "I don't want to lose you, which is so fucking different and I can't just think about you rationally which is stupid. You're an angel and I'm just a plain old human with so much baggage you don't even-"
"No," he cut over her quietly, "nothing about you is plain. Can I explain to you what made me react the way I did?" And without waiting for an answer he carried on anyway, desperate for her to understand. "I was assigned here to protect Dean for reasons I don't know and although my relationship with him was making me change the other angels didn't comment on anything. But they saw me when I met you, and how we were that night, although our dreams are safe they noticed my changes. Angels, although we do have emotions, we weren't trained to show them, it clouds judgement. And I couldn't," his voice flared with emotion as he grabbed her hands and he shook them slightly, as if trying to emphasise his point, "I couldn't hurt you Willow Winchester, and I just want you to know that."

"I know," she whispered and Castiel felt the overwhelming urge to do something, anything to make her smile, she looked so sad and dejected that he wanted her trust in him like she had the other night, with such entirety that it scared him. But instead she sat still, so reserved that it almost made him want to pull her into his arms and show her urges he never had before.
"Willow," he tapped her leg and made sure she was looking him square in the eyes before he continued, "the angels told me to take some time off, apparently the apocalypse isn't worrying them at all," he muttered darkly before he continued, making conscious effort to look happy, "may I spend it with you. I want you to... I want you to trust me."
Willow chucked her head back and laughed. Not a malicious and nasty sound which Castiel had heard before, but the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard in his long life. Once she calmed down she kissed his cheek and then his lips, her hesitation clear as his was to her, but as awkward the way that his hands pulled her closer and the way her hands knotted in his chocolate coloured hair made it clear how fitted they were. Willow slowly untangled herself and smiled at Castiel flippantly.
"Cas, the trouble is I trust you too much."
Cas furrowed his brow and looked at her with his head cocked to the side, concern etched in his blue eyes, "humans are confusing."
"Just you wait," she smirked, "wait until Dean and Sam fight over a girl. The shit they come out with – confusing."
"Willow... I want to go and get something, will you. Will you remain here all night? So I can return to see you here?" Castiel asked her, his eyes pleading with hers as he stood up.
She stood up and planted a small kiss on his cheek before nodding in agreement, and with that he was gone and Willow was in her room alone.
She flung her door open and flew into the bathroom, meeting her gaze as she looked at her reflection and began to apply the power and black eye shadow. After dampening her hair down into semi tameable curls, she caught herself laughing. She was standing in the bathroom, prettying herself up for an angel.
"If I'm going to hell anyway," she mumbled as she jumped down the stairs, "might as well go down for falling for an angel suppose."
"Woah where's the fire?" Bobby asked her as he noticed her bubbling frame in the kitchen as Willow pulled out a beer, the smile etched on her face.
"Can I girl never be happy Bobby?" she asked as she shut the fridge with a swing of her hips, lighting a cigarette in the process as she all but danced into the living room, sitting on the couch between Sam and Dean, distracting them from whatever debate they were having.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked her as Sam simultaneously asked her;
"You alright?"
"I my dear ickle brothers," she smiled, pushing herself back so she was squashed comfortably in-between them, "why I am rather well thanks."
"Oh god," Dean said, "Have you ever seen her so happy Sammy? What have you done?" he asked her accusingly, looking at her square in the eyes "is that make up?"
"Yes Dean," she spoke slowly, "I am I girl and sometimes girls were makeup. But unlike you we don't have to hide it."
"Hey," Dean said indignantly, "I don't wear makeup."
"Do too," she laughed and was reassured by Sam's chuckle. It was as easy to get on with them as ever and that only warmed her heart.
"I do not," he said and as he leant in to began to tickle her, there was a cold breeze in the room which was when Castiel appeared in the centre of the room and stood still, staring at the picture in front of him.
Willow looked radiant, she was almost shining from happiness, and Sam looked more relaxed than Castiel had ever seen him in his whole time knowing him and Dean. Dean just looked a mixture of protective and proud.
Willow jumped out of her seat and smiled softly at Cas as she looked confusingly at the bundle he was holding in his hand before awkwardly holding them out to Willow. A smile plastered on his face like a nervous school boy. Dean, Sam and Bobby were both in shock when they noticed the blush appearing on both Willow and Castiels cheeks, but she took the flowers regardless and was absolutely gobsmacked. They were roses and every single petal was a different shade of blue, some the colour of the midnight sky and some others the same colour as the glittering sea which she saw in her dream. They were beyond words.
"Castiel... These are beautiful. Where did you get them?" she asked gobsmacked.
"These flowers," he coughed and cleared his throat, far too aware of the audience surrounding them, "they only grow in a certain place in Australia. I just wanted to show them too you. I hope you like them."
"Well I'll be," Bobby spoke up, leaning on the doorframe and looking at the blushing pair in shock, "so you two huh?"
Willow said nothing and just blushed bright red, she bent her head down trying to cover up the red tint on her cheeks, letting her hair fall over her face.
"You and Cas?" Sam asked, letting his mouth left open in shock.
"You and Cas?" Dean repeated, looking at the silent pair before looking at Willow, "don't get me wrong Will, I mean whatever. But he's an angel. I never had you down for that type."
"You guys are jumping to conclusions," she said quietly, lifting her head up to meet Castiels gaze and she could have sworn that he flashed a smile her way before his face going back to being emotionless.
Willow went to speak again but instead she leaned back and yawned, arching her back as she stretched, and Castiel was immediately in front of her with his arm outstretched, "tired?" he asked her quietly, and as Willow put her hands in Castiels she kicked Dean in the leg as she walked past him.
"Keep your mouth open like that Dean you'll catch flies."
Willow was half way up the stairs when she heard Deans reply, "Will the dudes a fricken angel."
"That was awkward," Castiel murmured once her bedroom door was shut, and he turned to face Willow who had put the blue roses in the half filled up sink and had already slipped into her overly long bed top.
"You're telling me," she laughed, "Nah. I think they find it as weird as I do. Trusting you."
"They also seem, quiet adverse to... us." Castiel said quietly, as he put his shoes, trench coat and tie in a neat pile on the floor before climbing into bed with her, automatically pulling her on top of his chest, his arms moulding to her shape as he relaxed as he felt her steady heart beat on his side.
"There is a us?" she questioned him quietly, but even as she said the question she knew that she wasn't going to get an answer, regardless that didn't seem to stop her falling asleep easily. Waiting for Castiel to enter her dreams.

'Where are we this time?' Willow asked as she looked around, brushing cherry blossoms off her shoulders as it fell to the ground like pink snow. She glanced down at what she was wearing and was surprised. It was her prom dress, a short black dress which came mid way up her thigh and was strapless on one side, the other finishing at her wrist, the material flattering her entirely making her look like a war goddess, with the roses Castiel gave her laced in crown on top of her head. She wondered over to Castiel, walking barefoot on the layer of cherry blossoms on the ground which felt like satin on her feet.
'This is a place I designed for this dream, using some of your memories to make it good,' he smiled simply and looked at her, his mouth gaping open as he looked at her up and down, 'you look amazing.'
'Always the tone of surprise,' she joked, sitting on the bench next to him, and looking at the vast, and apparently bottomless lake before them, with cherry blossoms floating daintily on the top. 'This looks like something out of a fairy tale,' she said in awe.
'You like it?' he asked, taking her hand.
'I adore it.'
They sat in silence for a while, Willow had no idea how long, but it didn't matter. The silence was so comfortable that they both seemed unwilling to break it, Castiel would every now and then trace little patterns on the back of her hand and his presence made her feel more loved than she believed she'd ever had.
'Willow,' Castiel asked suddenly, 'do you remember what you said to me on the cliff?'
'Yeah,' she said uncertainly, 'what about it?'
'I think...I have feelings for you. Things I have never felt before.'
'Like what Cas?' she asked calmly, putting her head on his shoulder, trying to calm her heart, because she was certain he must hear it, it sounded so loud to her, thumping in her ears.
'I want to be with you all the time, and when I'm not with you I miss you, and it makes me wonder if you miss me too. When you told me of your nightmares... of that scum hurting you it made me so mad of the idea of them being anywhere near you. I constantly worry of your safety and I can't think of any time other than this that I have been happier. I don't think I can be any happier,' he finished with a sincere smile which could calm the wildest ocean. Willow had no idea on what to say back, except from;
'You have no idea how close to that I feel too,' before she kissed him, and he kissed her back with such ferocious passion that the world around them could have been on fire and they wouldn't have noticed, they were so wrapped up in each other's movements, like the way that Castiels tongue begged for entry into Willows mouth and how she'd moved at some point so she was straddling his lap, with his hands wrapped tightly around her waist and her hands leaving his hair alone to hurriedly trying to undo his shirt-

Which was went she was ripped away from her cherry blossom paradise into a disconcerting blackness, she sighed in frustration and flattened her dress, trying to calm her ragged breathing, "always get woken up at the fucking good bits," she cursed under her breath before the torchlight began to flicker around her, and she realised that as of now she couldn't move. Her breathing became panicked as she couldn't move her hands which were stuck to her sides.
She was still dreaming, and Castiel had left her, she thought back to their last few seconds in their paradise when she realised he hadn't left, from the tortured cry she heard as she was pulled here, Castiel had lost her.