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But honestly your killing me,
sick of us wasting time
I took your heart, and tore it apart
watching us die tonight
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The Seraphim made sure that Claire Novak was never too far from its sight.
Not that it enjoyed wasting time waiting for the incompetent being to mutter one of the easiest words in the English language, but it didn't have anything else to attend to, not while in this form.

It had tried to do what Claire had demanded it to do, to find someone else and it had. The young man seemed overly eager to help save the world, but he had leapt into something he didn't know and the seraphim didn't know that taking a form for a lesser angel would result in it slowly rejecting it. Skin began to peel away in the middle of a battle field, demons taking advantage of the situation or on orders from Zeno to attack a group of angels that were gathered to prepare some sort of defence. As the flesh of the meat suit cracked and split, Nisroc found it too difficult to regenerate quick enough to sustain its presence. Ultimately the male died, but Nisroc knew it was at least for a cause; now it knew that only two people in the entire earth had the vessel that could contain it for longer than a day; an elderly woman from India who would never go against her beliefs and Claire Novak.

The human girl confused Nisroc; there were so many emotions involved in such a simple task. It prayed to God for guidance, having thought that by having Castiel as a partner would help it understand the way humans were and help it ultimately achieve what it had come to earth for, but Castiels presence seemed to make things even more complicated and now the seraphim was worried there was no more time. This whole experience was overwhelming, not once in all the years since the beginning had a seraph left its place to walk among humans, it just didn't happen that way. Then again, there had never been a threat like this Zeno scum, scum with the power to overthrow the throne of heaven and lay waste to all of its servants.

Angels had already died, attempts to capture or kill Zeno when he was least prepared but even if he wasn't, his slaves were and it wasn't long before there was nothing left of the angel, vessel or charred wings on the ground. Things were becoming desperate, the fear of failing the Lord and all that it represented was crippling, and this feeling that Castiel had explained as anger was beginning to become unmanageable. Even more so when Nisroc heard a prayer leave her lips, hanging onto every word for one of them to at least be a yes, but it was one that deterred Claire even further from the right path; a prayer for Angels to carry her love and sorrow for her father.

So Nisroc remained where it was, hovering above mankind as it watched and waited, hoping that somehow the angels of fate would put things right and Claire Novak would say yes.

The air was warm, almost too warm to breathe but neither Ben nor Claire were worried about breathing, it was the last thing on their minds.

Claire had given up on it a while ago, every time she did manage to catch it, Ben would steal it away with a kiss on her lips or from a firm touch on her flesh. It seemed to be a struggle, some sort of primal fight as Ben fought to keep a top of Claire, to slow her down as she moaned, growling at Ben to submit.

Clothes were lifted off franticly, even that slight separation of contact unbearable. Once everything was laid bare, Claire took the time to catch her breath, nervously waiting for some response from Ben as his eyes traced over every line, every inch of her. All Ben could do was smile and pull her arms away from covering herself, leaning down to touch and kiss, to simply commit every part of her to his memory and Claire was doing the same. Even in the dark, the smallest amount of light was enough for them to see, after all they were hunters and trained to see anything in complete darkness.

That fact made the situation difficult as Claire traced over Bens chest, feeling scars mar his firm chest and she was sure he could feel all of hers. She couldn't say anything though, she didn't know what to say but her mind was racing with everything that was and would always be unspoken. Ben watched her with those wide eyes and Claire moved beneath him, tempting him to continue but the hesitation was like lightning through them, something that almost made them ache.

In those moments, Ben was consumed with the fear that this would only end in heart break. His father was haunted by making the mistake of trying to live a normal life with the woman he loved, his mother shattered by the constant struggle of emotions; he didn't want to end up like that. He kept trying to tell himself as he stared down at Claire that this would be different, this wouldn't end but that was what terrified him; this wasn't a one night stand, he didn't want it to be.

Claire smiled up at him, biting at his arm to bring him back to reality and decided that one night of guilt and shame could be put aside. Whatever they decided, even if she did wake up and regret her actions tonight, at least she knew that if she died tomorrow she spent at least one night feeling that this was right. Claire was too afraid to say that to him and their breaths both returned to them, caresses slow but firm enough to keep alight whatever they had started. With a gentle smile, Claire brought Bens face down to hers and Ben gently bit at her tongue, holding her hair so she leant back, moaning as he drank in her face, her blue eyes locking with his and in that moment Ben and Claire knew that there was nothing that could possibly tell them that this was wrong.

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Everything will be alright
I'm watching us die tonight
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