A Date

They quietly made their way upstairs, sneaking around Dean who was sitting on the recliner doing some research and Cas who was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. The moment they got into Erela's room and closed the door, they continued their passionate, almost frantic kissing. Erela pushed Sam against the door and grinded her hips against him while biting his lower lip. There was no mistaking what she wanted and his slight hard-on gave him away as well, but Sam was slightly hesitant as he had never had sex with a girl without getting to know her first. Erela sensed this hesitation and stepped back a bit.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking up into his deep brown eyes.

"Well, I've never… I usually get to know someone better first before I…" Sam trailed off.

"Oh, well if you don't want to, we don't have to," Erela said, letting a small amount of disappointment leak into her voice.

"No, I mean, it's OK. I want to. I really want to. This is just strange to me, is all," Sam admitted, pulling Erela into him again.

"We can go out first, if you want," Erela replied, looking up at Sam.

"Yeah, if you want," Sam said.

"Okay, cool." Erela backed up from Sam and pulled off her pajama shirt. She stood there for a moment, looking around her room while Sam stared at her, confused. "What? I'm looking for a shirt."

"But you're not wearing a bra."

"Yeah, so? I don't wear bras to bed. They're uncomfortable. They suck. If it was socially acceptable, I wouldn't wear them at all," Erela explained, walking over to her dresser. She opened one of her drawers and pulled out a black bra and put it on. She then opened another drawer and pulled out a plain black tshirt and put that on. "Now I need pants," she mumbled, mostly to herself.

"Hey, wait," Sam said, grabbing Erela's wrist and making her jump. He gently turned her to face him and pulled her shirt up to her belly button. He stroked a clump of white, straight scars on her hip and looked at her questioningly. She flinched and backed away automatically, causing Sam to notice the smaller, lighter scars on her wrists. He stared at those for a moment and Erela sank to the floor and brought her knees up to her chest.

"I had a hard time as a teenager," she whispered hoarsely. Sam crouched down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him. He was so warm and she felt so safe.

"I'm sorry I brought it up," Sam whispered into her hair. He rubbed her back, and as he did, he felt a small lump on each of her shoulder blades. He was worried for a moment, until he realized that those lumps might be her wings.

"Anyways, I need pants," Erela said, rather suddenly, roughly wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands. Sam let go of her shoulders and stood up. He helped Erela up and she smiled at him before going over to her closet and pulling out a pair of skinny jeans.

"I'm gonna go change," Sam told Erela as he opened her bedroom door and walked out. He closed the door behind him and walked down the stairs. Erela finished changing, grabbed her leather coat, and went downstairs as well. She found Dean sitting on the recliner and Cas sitting on the couch, as they had been before. However, she noticed that they were both blushing slightly. She shrugged and sat down next to Cas.

"Here Cas, I brought you down some clothes. I figured that they might be a better fit than the clothes you're wearing," Erela said, putting a folded up set of clothes on the coffee table. Cas nodded, his attention on the television.

"Your wings are quite beautiful," Castiel mumbled, rather suddenly, staring at Erela's back. "They're almost silver."

"Huh?" she replied, confused. Cas reached out and ran her hand gently over Erela's wing, causing Erela to shiver. Erela hadn't even noticed that she had had wings until that moment.

"What the hell?" Sam asked, walking in on Cas stroking Erela's wing. He was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt. To him and Dean, it just looked like Cas was touching air.

"You're an angel. You have wings," Cas said simply, as if that explained everything.

"But how come I couldn't see them before? How come you couldn't see them before?" Erela asked, looking from Cas to Sam to Dean for answers.

"The hell if I know," Dean said, taking a swig from the half-empty beer bottle on the table next to him. "I can't even see your wings now and I'm sure Sammy can't either." Sam just shook his head.

"It's only noon. Isn't this a little early to be drinking, Dean?" Erela asked, partly rhetorically. Dean grunted in response.

"You couldn't see them before because you didn't know they existed. You didn't know you were an angel, you just thought you were different. Now that you know, you seemed to have manifested them," Castiel explained. Erela simply nodded, letting that sink in.

"Well, we were just leaving," Sam said after a moment, breaking the silence. Erela stood up off the couch.

"Right. Yeah, Sam and I are going to go out for a few. Hours," she explained as they made their way to the door. "If you guys leave, don't forget to lock up. There's an extra key on the hook over here and I would prefer if you didn't pick the lock again." She opened the door and they both put their coats on. They went outside into the slightly cool fall air and shut the door behind them. Suddenly, Erela opened the door again. "And don't trash the house while we're gone."