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"I love you more my goddess, but I must leave they're returning. Tell Dean I'll explain," he said hurriedly and with one last kiss he put Willow firmly back onto her feet, "I'll see you in your dreams," and with one more quick glance he was gone.
Willow put the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag, before breathing it out, watching the smoke mingle in the clear night air before flicking the butt away and pulling herself back inside, she glanced at Dean who was fast asleep on the couch, then to Bobby who was fighting the urge to close his eyes as he sat at his desk pouring over books to help her alongside a half awake Sam. She turned her back on them, the guilt settling in her stomach as she knew that they were searching a way to save her, from her destiny she thought to herself sourly as she curled into a small ball on the couch putting her headphones on full blast, singing softly under her breath as she opened the fourth Harry Potter books, clichéd or not – she liked them.
Willow fought the urge to stay awake, not wanting to bother Castiel with the bother of protecting her dreams or waking her, so that was how she stayed, singing softly until the sun began to rise, casting an eerie shadow over everything, the fog hanging low in the air. Sam and Bobby had long since moved up to bed, and Dean hadn't moved an inch, prompting Willow to go and check him once or twice but despite his stillness he was alive.
Willow stood up and went to her room, trying to sneak as well as she could through the creaky house as to not wake the boys, she smiled to herself when she realised that Bobby hadn't tried to clean up which used to be his cack handed way of showing he cared when she first began to stay there, instead he'd simply just put up another mirror. She knew it wasn't that much of a good thing that he'd gotten used to her random outbursts and no longer asked questions but she knew that he cared which was enough. When she was ready she'd tell him everything, it was the least she owed him.
Willow got dressed as quietly as she could, pulling a pair of tight, black high wasted shorts and a black and grey checked shirt before strolling out of the house towards a derelict row of shooting targets.
Once she was there she let her mind fall back to when she was eight years old and first fired a gun, she remembered that on one side she had Bobby telling her it was okay when she missed her first shot, and to just try again, but she knew that on the other side that John was moaning about her not being good enough, not trying, with Sam and Dean stood awkwardly in the middle. She grinned at them memories, in a peculiar sort of way, she knew Johns attitude helped her to become a better hunter, she was constantly trying to prove him wrong, and although demons seemed to follow her more than anything else she'd ever seen, she'd yet to be put in the dirt by one.
She sighed, taking the safety off her gun as she held it up to shoulder height, bracing herself for the recoil when she heard a footstep behind her, she cocked her head to the side and listened carefully, at the very last second she spun around to find Castiel behind her looking pale and out of breath.
"They'll notice I'm gone soon," he said, pressing a finger to her lips, "I need you to come with me, understand?"
And without waiting for an answer, he pressed two fingers on Willows forehead and she was no longer in Bobby's back garden, instead she was in what seemed to be, the front room to a mansion.
"Cas, what's going on?" she asked him, her worried eyes searching his and it pained Castiel to lie to her, but the words were stumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"Nothing, nothing. Well I mean there is something that I can't tell you."
Castiel winced after the words finished falling, and it seemed that at the same time Balthazar appeared, holding two glasses of Scotch.
"Ah Castiel," he said with a grand British accent, "not finished falling yet I see, the rules still clinging on?" he asked raising his eyebrows before turning to face Willow, his eyes raking her up and down before nodding at her to sit. She glanced at the cream leather sofa behind her and stood up defiantly.
"I'd rather stand," she said coldly, her eyes on Castiels breathless form, his eyes half shut and paler than she'd ever seen him before.
"Fine by me," Balthazar said carefree placing one of the glasses on the glass table in front of Castiel and raising the other to his lips, before taking a swig then continuing, "It seems like dear Cas here is taking a rather hard fall from heaven. He'll be fine," he added in an offhand manner, "apparently however, he needed for me to talk to you, before for the next few days he still won't be able to talk about it. You see," he said, leaning forwards and smirking up at Willow, "That heaven hasn't wanted you to know some things, well quite a few I'd say. When an archangel gives an order, so severe that other angels can't break it – well it's actually impossible for them to break it. The archangels, they can't do it all the time though you know. You see it totally drains them of power for a few days, which leaves them open for attack. But you should know this," he shrugged, leaning back and looking at Castiels pleading blue eyes before continuing, "as who am I to say no to dear old Cas? You have Lucifers grace, inside you."
Willow had no idea what to say, she didn't know what the etiquette was when a fallen angel told you that you had a powerful part of Satan inside of you, so instead of answering, she just stumbled backwards and sat on the chair, looking up at Castiel as he handed her his Scotch, dreading what she must look like for him to be looking at her with such a worried expression on his face. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Balthazar spinning his glass and musing off into the distance, until Castiel opened his mouth and looked at Willow with intense blue eyes, "talk," was all he said, his voice so full of sadness that Willow opened her mouth before she even knew what to say.
She took a deep breath in and regained her composure, pulling a cigarette packet out of her pocket and looking at Balthazar, "you mind?" she asked in the calmest voice she could muster.
He shook his head and nodded towards the ashtray, once she'd lit her cigarette and down the half glass of Scotch she spoke up again, "I have Lucifers grace," she tried to nod calmly, but her movements came out jerky, "What, does that make me evil?"
"No, no, no," Balthazar said standing up, smiling at her, "it means once you train to use that grace you'll be unstoppable, but poor old Lucy does want his grace back, sadly it'll make him unstoppable too, so you can't let that happen, it would also explain why you're the top of the list for breeding the new Satan too."
"Why me?" she asked, her voice horse as she looked at Castiel, who was looking healthier by the second.
"It's in your blood, remember Lucifer was an angel once and when he fell, his grace along with it. Only now in the time of the apocalypse will it show," Castiel said huskily, pressing his forehead on hers, "but that doesn't make you evil."
Willow placed her head in her hands and took another deep breath, each time she did so though they seemed less calming, she run her hand through her hair and looked up at Balthazar and smiled, holding out her hand, "I'm sorry, I don't think we've had the pleasure to meet before, my name is Willow Winchester."
Balthazar seemed confused at the sudden changed but took a step forwards anyway, loosely shaking her hand, "I'm Balthazar; one of Castiels many older brothers, and he has told me all about you. Seems like you have been leading my brother here astray," he smiled, clasping Castiels shoulder.
"I've done no such thing," she laughed falsely, tapping her leg restlessly on the floor, smiling when Castiel looked at her with them damn perceiving eyes.
"Balthazar, could you give us a moment?" he asked seriously, and with a gracious nod from Balthazar he nodded, and then disappeared.
"What is it?" she smiled as chirpily as she could.
"Stop, you don't have to pretend around me," he said quietly, searching her emerald eyes.
"I do," she whispered back, pulling her knees to her chest, "I am so afraid Cas, afraid of being bad. I have Lucifers grace that means I'm dangerous. I mean shit, what I get someone killed?" she sighed, standing up, "but being scared doesn't solve anything, I'll talk to the Winchesters later, when they've slept properly. And you can tell me all about falling," she took his hand and planted a kiss on his forehead, "but send me home? I'm assuming you want to sort something out here, and I should be getting back anyway."
And with a short nod and a smile, Willow was standing in her messy room at Bobby's.
An hour later, and the house was still silent with no hint of the boys waking up any time soon, so Willow decided that instead of sneaking quietly around the house, to have a bath and try to relax. She looked in her mirror and saw the bags under her eyes and frowned as she climbed into the bath, the hot water reaching to her neck when she lied down. She began to try to think about everything that happened that day but she couldn't seem to concentrate. It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, or that she didn't understand about how her carrying Lucifers grace around with her like a time bomb was dangerous, it was just she was so used to being afraid about Lucifer and how she was meant to spawn miniature satans that all the Lucifer fears were locked inside a neat little box at the edge of her mind – instead she found herself thinking about Castiel and what Balthazar had said. She knew from what Castiel had told her before that Balthazar had fallen long ago, but earlier, although he seemed in pain, and afraid he also seemed a lot less hesitant and emotional – is that what he'd be like if he falls?
After a while she realised that the water had gone cold and that she had to pull herself out of the bath, feeling more rested then she had in weeks.
She shook her hair with the towel until most of her hair was just damp, before she dried off her body, she bent down and pulled a pair of lacy black knickers on while throwing the towel on the rack, she bent down to scoop up her bra when the smell of the ocean hit her. She stood up and turned around slowly to see Castiel who was standing by the door, staring at Willows practically naked body. Willow smiled to herself as she saw a blush appear on Castiels cheeks as she took a small step forwards so they were touching.
"You know," she smiled, "you're lucky everyone's asleep or they'd gut you for not knocking."
Castiel opened his mouth, and then closed it again, gulping as he felt the blush in his cheeks get hotter as he tried to keep his eyes on her face, but instead kept dropping down to her perfect body.
"Do I make you nervous?" she whispered quietly, closing whatever gap there was between them and kissing him, and for once he kissed her back with such passion it almost frightened her. In a hurry she slid his trench coat and blazer off, they separated for a second so Castiel could take his tie off and in a blink, they weren't in the steamy bathroom anymore, they were next to Willows bed in her room. Castiel pushed her onto the bed, his kisses no longer awkward and hesitant but passionate and demanding, Willow pulled away for a second as Castiel moved down to kissing her neck, finding all the right places to make her moan.
"Door," she whispered, trying to formulate a full sentence, but Castiels little touches and kisses kept throwing her mind off whatever train of thought it was on.
Castiel moved one hand in a moving gesture as their lips met again, and Willow vaguely heard the door shut and a small click meaning it was locked, but she was more concerned about getting Castiel undressed as quickly as possible. Pretty soon they were both naked, and Castiel seemed to find it quiet easy to find the right spots to make her moan his name in a way that made him shiver with excitement, as in one hand he held her breast and in the other her hair as she dragged her nails on his back, making him moan into her mouth. She pushed him over so she was straddling him, she paused for a second, looking into his eyes, "I don't want to rush you or anything," she said quietly.
"I love you, Willow Winchester, you're not," he replied, sealing what he said with the sweetest kiss.
Before losing his virginity to who he considered to be the girl of his dreams.
Three hours later
"Do you think Willow is sleep?" Dean asked, knocking this third beer back.
"I don't know," shrugged Sam as he mulled over a book, "why doesn't Bobby have anything in English?" He sighed, exasperated.
"Because Sam -" began Dean smiling, before Castiel appeared in the middle of the room.
"Cas," began Dean, "why are you not wearing a shirt?"
Castiel merely smiled at them, as she strode over to the fridge pulling out a large bar of chocolate before shutting it again, the grin still spread across his cheeks.
"Cas man, why are you so happy?" asked Sam, smiling at Castiels smile, it surprised Sam how different the angel looked happy.
"I believe," he said, still smiling, "that you would call it popping my cherry." Before disappearing, the Winchester boys looked at each other before hearing a loud bump upstairs, before the cries of;
"Cas no, I'm sorry okay? Seriously," they could hear Willow laugh from down the stairs, mixed with her high pitched squeals, "No more pillow fights okay?"
Before looking at each other with identical looks of horror.
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