Feelings
"So Dean," Cas said after the show she was watching had ended. It had been about an hour and a half since Sam and Erela left.
"Mmhmm?" Dean replied.
"Have you figured out why I'm like this yet?" Castiel asked.
"Er… No. I can't find anything on demons or spells or anything that changes someone's gender so suddenly. You do make a hot girl though," Dean admitted.
"I don't understand, Dean. My temperature hasn't risen."
"I know Cas, it's a figure of speech. It means you're attractive." There was a small hint of annoyance in Dean's voice. "Do you want to come sit over here again? You seemed to like that."
"Yes, I would like that," Cas replied, going and sitting in Dean's lap on the recliner just like she had before Sam and Erela had come downstairs and interrupted them. Cas didn't want to say that she was scared, so much that she was worried about Jimmy's body. Sitting like this, feeling Dean's warmth against her made Cas feel that tingly feeling in her stomach that she always felt when Dean was around. The angel had felt that way for the last few months, especially since that time she had been cut off from Heaven a while ago. Castiel had started feeling the strongest of human emotions at that time; anger, sadness, happiness, and love being the ones that he had felt the most. The strongest of those feelings still lingered.
"I feel connected to you, Dean," the angel said after a while. Cas figured that, since Dean was obviously more physically attracted to this form, she may as well tell him now.
"Yeah, I know. It's 'cause you pulled me out of Hell. You've said that before."
"No. I mean yes, that is part of it. But it's something deeper than that. This feeling has developed in the last few months or so. It's a feeling in my gut and in my chest and in my head all at the same time," Cas said. Dean feared what his friend would say next, not because he didn't understand what Cas was feeling, but because Dean felt the same way, but didn't want to say it. Castiel's female form made it even more difficult for Dean to try to suppress his feelings for the angel. He couldn't find excuses anymore.
"Cas, I…" Dean swallowed, but his mouth was dry. He downed the rest of his beer and then continued. "I just… I feel the same way."
"But Dean, what is this… I don't understand. It feels so human."
"Yeah, Cas. I guess it is pretty human," Dean laughed. "It's love, I guess." He almost choked on the word. Castiel looked up at him, confused blue eyes meeting sparkling green ones. Dean shook his head and laughed again. "This is way too sappy for me," Dean grumbled.
Cas reached up and touched Dean's face gently, feeling the contours of it and the muscles underneath. Dean realized that, despite how much he just wanted to have his way with Cas right now, he also wanted to go slowly so that the angel could have a separate memory for every important moment. So, for now, he just decided to kiss Cas. Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to his angel's nose. Castiel looked up at Dean and blushed. A smile spread across the angel's face, the first true smile that he'd seen from Cas in a while. Dean leaned down and pressed his lips gently against Castiel's. Cas stiffened and then kissed Dean back. It was a soft, caring kiss, just the way a first kiss should be. They broke apart after a while and Cas rested her head against Dean's chest.
"That was nice, Dean. I liked that," Cas mumbled after a while. Dean simply smiled and kissed the top of the angel's head.
They fell asleep like that and didn't wake up until Sam and Erela walked through the front door two hours later and tossed their coats on the floor. They were slightly drunk and much too interested in each other to notice Dean and Cas cuddling in the recliner. Castiel and Dean glanced at them as they passed by on their way upstairs. They both noticed that Erela was practically glowing because of her grace and even Dean could see her wings, although neither of them were sure if it was from the alcohol or just because she was happy. After maybe 15 minutes of watching T.V., Cas and Dean began to hear moaning coming from upstairs.
"Way to go, Sammy," Dean said, smirking. Cas looked at Dean confused.
"Why are those noises a good thing?" the angel asked.
"Well… Um…" Dean cleared his throat and tried again. "Well, Cas. They're… Uh… Having sex… And that's a good thing." Castiel just nodded and shifted slightly in the chair to get more comfortable. "Do you want to go on a run to get food with me? We should give them some privacy." Dean said after looking at his watch. It was almost four and he was hungry.
"Sure!" Cas replied, standing up off of Dean. Dean stood up and hunted around the room for his keys and coat. When he found them, he handed Cas Erela's coat and scrawled a quick note which he left on the coffee table. Castiel remembered what Erela had said about the house key earlier and grabbed it off the hook, locking the door behind them.