For the Love of Cas

Time to Talk

Chasity sits up suddenly from her sleep.

"Tom!" She looks around her room with wild eyes.

"Shh, Chasity, it's okay. Tom isn't here," Cas soothes.

She looks down and pats her stomach. "I'm okay," she looks at Cas.

"I healed you," Cas shrugs.

"Sometimes I forget you're an angel," Chasity murmurs.

"Oh good you're up!" Dean exclaims as he walks into her room. He holds up a tray. "I made some food." He sets it on her lap and then straddles the chair backwards next to her bed.

He cooked up a burger and fries.

"Thanks," she grabs a fry and chews on it.

"We have some things to talk about." Dean crosses his arms over the back of the chair.

"Go 'head and talk, we'll see if I'll listen." She moves around till her feet are tucked beneath her and she starts eating.

"We've all discussed the hunt and we decided that this case is too personal for you. You shouldn't work on the case, you almost died because of it." Dean stares at Chasity. Her eyebrows start getting more pointed. Dean has come to realize this means she is angry. She glares at Cas.

"Did you agree to this?" She hisses.

"I told them you aren't going to listen." Cas holds his hands up in defense.

"Of course I wouldn't!" She snaps. "No true hunter would listen to crap like that."

"Chasity, we're trying to help you here." Dean interjects.

"Well fuck your help! I'm a big girl I know how to hunt a fucking ghost." She huffs angrily at Dean. "And you know what? I don't want to hear shit about this case being 'too personal'." She proceeds to point an accusing finger at Dean.

"You know damn well if it were Sam you would stop at nothing to make sure this ghost bitch was gone. Don't try to fucking deny it." She slams her plate down on the nightstand and she gets up, leaving Cas and Dean in silence.

They hear the bathroom door slam seconds later.

"She's right you know," Cas murmurs. "You would do the same thing for Sam."

"I know!" Dean snaps. "That's why I'm worried." He stands. "Just, keep an eye on her. We don't need her getting herself killed." Dean turns and stalks out of the room. Cas settles on the chair Dean was sitting in.

Minutes later soft feet patter into the room.

"Are you my babysitter now?" She questions.

"I'm here because I care about your well being." Cas states staring into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Why do you care?" She crosses her arms.

"Because since the moment I first saw you, your soul caught my eye. It was so beautiful and pure and good. I felt a pull towards you. I couldn't get you out of my mind." His face goes red.

She patters up to him and stops. He looks up at her from the chair. She straddles him and they kiss. She starts grinding on his growing erection. He lets out a low moan against her lips.

He slips his hands beneath her shirt and caresses her soft skin. She opens her mouth, inviting him in. With a woosh they're on the bed, he is over her, grinding down on her. They peel each others clothes off as quickly as they can.

Moans escape their lips as they touch each other. He thrusts inside of her and she gasps. She drags her nails down his back in the same spot she did before. He doesn't notice the pain, the pleasure is too great. She cries out his name repeatedly as he thrusts deeply into her.

They go over the edge at the same time. They stare into each other's eyes as their heavy breaths mingle.

"This will never get old." She smiles and kisses him.

"You know there are other people in the house right!?" Dean shouts as he bangs on the wall. Cas and Chasity burst into laughter.