"Cas what are you doing here?" I push away from him, all of my happiness gone. What if someone sees him?

He rolls his eyes at me and pulls me back towards him, our waists come together and I close my eyes, "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"And if someone else see's you?"

"They won't be able to tell anyone."

"This is my town Cas."

"And you're mine, so I won't hurt anyone here alright?"

He leads me down a darkened isle and I lean against the books, "What brought you back?" I don't really know if I want to know the answer, but I ask it before I can stop myself. Cas doesn't answer, instead he just leans his head up and bites my lip, hard.

"Does there have to be a reason other than I wanted to see you?" I know that there is, but I don't press it. He's here and that's all I really wanted for my birthday anyways. I lean on for another kiss and he shoves off my jacket and runs his hands up and down my body.

It feels so good to be touched.

I can feel myself respond to him in a different way than I do when I'm alone in the shower or my room. His hands aren't anywhere near my dick but I feel myself get hard and I don't know if I should be worried or not.

What if Sam asks why I'm walking funny?

Sam.

"Cas," I break away from our kiss and look away from him so I don't get distracted by the way he looks right now, "My parents made reservations at some fancy restaurant and it's in maybe twenty minutes. Sam must be looking for me by now."

For a second something darkens in Cas's eyes and I flashback to that last night we had together. The scar on my arm burns and I rub at it absentmindedly. "Sounds merry." He lets go of me and flips his hood back up. "Which bedroom is yours?"

"Huh?"

"In your house. Which window do I climb in to be in your bedroom, or would you like me to just fall in on your parents bed?" I laugh and he sort of smiles.

"The only window on the west side."

Cas came by that night, and the next, and a week later I was waking up to the cold air rushing in my warm room and a lean body pressing up against mine. A hand wrapped around my hip and pulled me in close.

It was the night before Valentines.

Cas bit at my lip and I laughed, "Stop it." I whispered, "Do you want someone to come in and see you?"

"I want you to scream my name." his dark voice rolled through my bones and I felt something stir in my gut. "I want you to claw at the sheets as I fuck you."

"Cas." my voice was breathless already; I loved when he talked like this.

"I want you to whine and wither beneath me," he moved his lips along my jaw line and I turned so we were facing each other. This time his voice was soft and sweet and he shoved my shirt up to expose the skin along my waist, "I want you to lay with me afterwards so I can tell you just how beautiful you are. Not just after we fuck, but every day. You are so beautiful Dean."

I could feel myself blush, "You are too." I had never been good with words.

"Thank you Dean." He kicked off his shoes and pulled my quit up around us, "Do you have your alarm set?" I nodded and he kissed me briefly, "Good," My alarm was set for five o'clock, because I knew that no one ever woke up that early for anything. Cas claimed that he hadn't been able to sleep right since I left, I think that may be true. And the more I do think about it I find myself falling harder and faster.

My alarm goes off way too soon and I hurriedly shut it off before anyone else has the chance to wake up. I nudge Cas and he swats at me, "Five more minutes."

"No, because that would turn into a hour and then two."

He swings his legs off the side of my bed and bends down to search for his shoes. "Can't I just kidnap you again?" my body freezes and he jerks beside me, he obviously hadn't meant to say that. "Dean," he turned to me and takes my hand, kneading it with his knuckles, "I didn't mean that. I would never forcefully take you away from your family again. I know that they mean to you. You love them. I get that." He's fully awake now and I relax a little bit. I trust him after all.

"I can't just leave them Cas. You should have seen bad they looked those first few weeks I was back. Everything I did my mother watched me, she must have thought I wasn't real. And Sam-" I look away from him and stare at our hands interlocked, "I couldn't just leave him again, for God's sakes he's almost 16, he needs me here."

"I understand Dean." I bring his chin up to meet mine and we kiss for a second before he gets up and stretches like a cat. "Happy Valentine's."

I smile and so does he, "Happy Valentine's."

"Do you plan on sneaking out to the meadow tonight?"

"Why?"

He leans down and sucks at my neck and my eyes flutter closed, "Because I'm going to make it a whole lot better than the last time we fucked." My cheeks flush and I nod my head, "Good." He pulls back and I groan. "See you tonight Dean."

"Bye Cas."

And then he's gone, slipped out of my window. I lay back down and pull my quilt back up to my shoulders, it's a lot colder without him here.