Help

Not Just Anybody

Warnings: Lots of fluff, some innuendoes, smut, slight wing!kink, cursing

A/N: Here is the third 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:

"Good morning Y/N," Cas whispers as you try to blink the sleep from your eyes. Cas had not only stayed, but he had held you through the night. You smiled against his skin as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

"Good morning Cas," you whisper back. Your fingers trail mindless patterns across his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. "About last night..." you begin before Cas cuts you off.

"I apologize," Cas says, "what I did was inappropriate."

"Cas, you didn't do anything wrong," you say caressing his face.

"I was too rough. I hurt you Y/N," he says, looking at the mark he left on your neck, "you should never hurt the people you love." Your eyes widen at him, love, he said love. You thought he had said that word the night before, but you had pushed the thought out of your mind. You had always had feelings for the angel, but surely he'd never feel the same way about you. When he had come to you two nights ago, you were happy to help him, but you still didn't let yourself hope. Now, however, you'd heard him say 'love' twice in relation to you.

"Cas," you whisper, your heart beating fast.

"Y/N, I'm in love with you," he says, taking your face between his hands and searching your face, trying to guess your reaction.

"How do you know?" you ask, still unsure if what he's saying is true.

"I've never felt this way about anyone," Cas responds, "that's how I know."

"And how do you know it's not just lust or desire?" you question.

"Y/N, I feel lust and I feel desire, both of which are for you; but I feel something stronger in combination with those feelings. I feel a need for you that I've never felt for anyone else. Just being near you, holding you like this, talking with you, it makes me indescribably happy."

"Really?" you ask, still stunned by his confession.

"Yes, Y/N, like I said, I'm in love with you," he says as his expression wavers, "I understand if you don't feel the same way about me."

"I love you Cas," you say without any hesitation.

"You do?" he asks, his blue eyes brightening at your words.

"Cas, I..." you begin but are cut off again, this time by a knock on the door.

"Hey, Y/N," you hear Sam's voice as the door begins to open. Cas disappears in a flutter of wings, dropping you to the bed. Sam peaks into your room and you pull the sheets up around yourself, in an attempt to cover your naked body. "Oh, sorry," Sam says, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, "I, uh, Dean just wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready. He said to hurry up before it gets cold."

"Oh, ok," you respond and wait for Sam to close the door before getting out of bed and picking out some clothes to wear. You take your time, waiting for Cas to return, but he doesn't. you wait as long as you can before leaving your room to meet Sam and Dean in the kitchen. You sit down at the table across from the boys and start filling a plate with food.

"Hey Y/N, how'd you sleep?" Dean asks.

"Ah, fine," you say, a bit confused about why he's asking you this.

"So, nothing interesting happened then?" he presses.

"Not particularly," you say, becoming nervous all of the sudden. For some reason, you pick up another plate and begin filling it with food even though the three of you already have full plates.