Help

I Need Somebody

  Request: I got some requests asking me to write a second part to Help (original request was for really awkward sex with Castiel) 

 Warnings: Fluff, smut (fluffy at the beginning, rough at the end), I think that's pretty much it.

A/N: Here is the second installment of Help. Despite the name, this is NOT a song fic, I just happened to be listening to the Beatles when I wrote the story, so that's where the name came from. I hope everyone enjoys!

Fic:

Light streams through the motel blinds, hitting you right in the eyes and drawing you out of sleep. Fingers trace lightly, up and down your spine, causing you to shiver.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Cas asks as you turn to face him.

"No," you say as you turn and lay on your side. Only a small distance exists between you and Cas; only thin sheets cover your naked bodies. "You stayed," you comment, more of an observation than a question. You knew angels didn't need to sleep so you were slightly surprised that Cas had decided to spend his time lying in bed with you while you slept.

"Yes, I stayed. Would it have been more appropriate for me to have left?" Cas asks. His blue eyes scan your face, trying to anticipate your answer.

"No Cas, I'm glad you decided to stay," you say with a smile as you reach out to stroke Cas' cheek. The stubble that had grown overnight scratches at your fingertips. He smiles at you brightly, you'd always loved that smile, and reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand begins to wander along your arm and side, tracing your curves with his fingers.

"Thank you Y/N," Cas says.

"For what?" you ask.

"For last night," Cas responds, "for helping me instead of laughing at me. I was afraid you might reject me."

"Cas, there's no need to thank me," you say as you blush, "I'd never reject you." You probably shouldn't have said that last part, but it was too late to take the words back now.

"You wouldn't?" Cas asks, causing your breath to hitch.

"No," you whisper.

"Not even if I asked to have you again?" all innocence draining from his voice. His hand wrapped around to the base of your neck. With one simple sentence, you can feel yourself getting wet. Your skin tingled and you bit your lip to keep from moaning.

"Cas," your voice was barely audible, but it was enough to force Cas into action. He pulled you toward him and pressed his lips to yours. His tongue swiped over your lower lip and your lips parted for him. Your hand wrapped around to his back and held him close as his tongue slipped in and out of your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Cas flipped you so that you were laying on your back with him positioned over you. He rested himself on one of his forearms while his other hand trailed down your side. One of your hands wraps in his hair and the other snakes around to his back.

The night before had been about teaching Cas the basics, but now it seemed like he wanted to learn more, explore. Honestly, you never expected him to stay. You had figured that last night was a onetime thing; he had come to you for help, you had helped him, and you thought that was it. You had thought wrong.

Cas breaks the kiss and ghosts his lips along your skin until he reaches your ear, "Would it be inappropriate to tell you how beautiful you are?" You swallow hard and moan his name. He begins leaving kisses along your neck and jaw. "Your eyes are beautiful, bright," he says as he kisses your eyelids. "Your hair is soft and I love the color," he says as he nuzzles his face into your hair. "Your smile never fails to make me smile," he says as he captures your lips with his again. Heat pools in your center with his every word and touch. His hand continues to roam your body before you capture it and press it to one of your breasts. At first, he doesn't know what to do so you squeeze his hand against you and he seems to realize what you want.