Best Friends

Happy Birthday

Author's note: Heya! Beware nsfw. Anyways updating is a total jerk. I shall update twice this week to make up for it. Enjoy!!!

June 5th 2016

  Victoria sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. It had only been 12 hours since she was kidnapped and forced to watch her best friend die. The time being 8:45 pm. She couldn't bring herself to do anything. She didn't have a shred of cuts, except the rug burns that were slowly fading away. Much due to her healing factor that increased over her burst of energy.

  It was still her birthday. What a shitty birthday, amirite? She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. The bed dipped next to her and she felt a hand run its fingers into her hair. A similar manner to which Hemlock would do when Victoria was stressing.

  "Hey, if I open my eyes... will you be sitting there?"

  "Only if you believe," Hemlock's voice filled the room. It was soft and gentle, caressing her ears as he spoke. Victoria opened her eyes, the room was empty. The weight on her bed seemingly gone. 

  Gabriel peeked his head into the room, "I heard you say something and I just wanted to make sure that you're doing okay..." Victoria simply shrugged. Gabriel scooted inside the room, holding a box. It was the present that Hemlock had gotten her.

  She grabbed it shakily, the box was neatly wrapped with a blue bow on it. A little note attached to it, "For my wife."

  "Will you marry me?"

  Victoria shook the memory. She opened the box and found a pair of earrings in it. A deep deep blue with black gold. Absolutely gorgeous, on the bottom was a note.

  "I knew someday, some other person was going to take my wife away from me. I had the ring turned into earrings for you. I'm pretty sure Gabriel would be quite upset if I still gave you the ring, but this way you can still wear it and remember how much I love you. - Sincerely Hemlock."

  Gabriel smiled softly, "He proposed to you?"

  Victoria put the note and earrings aside, "Doesn't matter. It means nothing now." Gabriel wrapped his arms around Victoria. She broke out into sobs, clinging tightly onto Gabriel's shirt.

- Castiel's side-

  Castiel sat in Hemlock's room. Why should he care? It's not like they were dating. Hemlock made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with the angel, but yet, here Cas is. In Hemlock's room, pretending that he doesn't have feelings for the redhead.

  Of couse, he tried to pry Hemlock's body from Victoria, but that girl was stronger than she looked. They ended up zapping themselves home and now Hemlock's body was on his bed. It was like he was sleeping. Though Cas isn't sure he'll wake up.

  He ran his fingers through the curls and smiled as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his midwaist. Cold yet comforting hands trailed themselves down his arms and interlinked their fingers. Cas closed his eyes as he imagined Hemlock behind him, trying to hold him even though his arms are short.

  The hands and pressure disappear, then reappear as he felt someone tugging on his trenchcoat. He opened his eyes and sees nothing, still feeling the tug. Hands pulling him towards his room, Castiel followed until he reached his door. 

  The tugging stopped and he was pushed inside, the door closing on its own. "On the bed, love."  A voice put Castiel into a trance. He climbed onto the bed, his back against the headboard. "You're so beautiful, Castiel."

  Castiel closed his eyes, the bed dipping on both sides of his legs. He imagined Hemlock crawling up towards him, his beautiful red curls falling over his eyes. He felt pressure over his thighs, his hands shot up to the sides. 

  He grabbed soft and plump hips. Cold, it felt cold, but fuck it. If this is what he's getting, he's not complaining. Those gorgeous hips roll against him. A moan left Castiel's lips. Heavy breaths leave the body above him. Cas ran his hands up the body, its direct skin to skin contact. Was Hemlock already undressed?

  Cas leaned forward, kissing his lover's shoulder. Hands pulled off his trenchcoat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Castiel couldn't go any slower, he tore off his shirt and kicked off his suit pants. "Impatient much?"

  "You have no idea, my little red."

  "If I'm red, then you must be my  big bad wolfe." Lips trailed kisses up Castiel's neck, Cas leaned his neck back as the chilling touches drove him wild. 

  "Why are your eyes closed? Do you wish not to see me?"

  Castiel gulped, "n-no not that. I'm scared if I open my eyes, you won't actually be here. I'm scared that you'll still be gone." Tears dribbled down his cheeks.

  "Keep your eyes closed if you feel that way. I don't want to leave, okay? I know that I'm not willing to give you my heart yet, but tonight. Let me just give you something."

  Cas nodded as hips grind up against him again. It felt so wrong to moan, it felt so wrong doing this. He wants Hemlock with all his heart, but not like this. He can't even think straight when lips gently meet his. They tease him with quick kisses.

  Castiel lets out a growl as he gets frustrated with the teasing. He flips them over and a small whimper escapes from the body beneath him. He leans down as arms pull him closer. Then Cas's whole body stills. He shouldn't be doing this. 

  "Please stop thinking."

  "You're not really here."

  "Castiel, you can feel me, hear me. Touch me. I am real."

  "I'm in love with you and the more we do this, the harder it will be for me to move on."

  "Just let me sing you a lullaby. Promise I won't stay tonight. I want to feel you. Kiss you, make love to you. Don't open your eyes and I promise I will make it worth it."

  "I don't trust you." Cas opened his eyes and he looked down at the empty bed. His clothes still on his body. His mind deceived him. Again. Hemlock isn't here and if he was. He wouldn't want Cas. 

  Castiel rubbed his face in his hands and got up to splash water on his face. He turned on the faucet, letting it flow into his hands and tossing it onto his face. He reached around for a towel and instead grabbed ahold of something cold. A hand.

  "Why don't you play with me anymore? I'm better than the real one. I'm sweeter, more submissive, legal, much much better. I can love you."

  Cas tore his hand away, "You're not him. You're someone who pretends to be him." 

  "He's got you whipped. He doesn't even fucking want you and he's got you right where he wants you," a scoff comes from the side of him.

  "Don't speak of the dead so harshly. The real one wouldn't be so cruel, but if it makes you feel better. You're really getting better at this."

  Cas smiled, keeping his eyes closed. Hands trailing down into his pants. If he didn't know any better. He swore he could feel him grinning from ear to ear. Maybe just once more...

June 5th 2016

Author's note: woah woah woah. hope y'all liked my song choice.