Angelic Love- A Castiel Love Story

Chapter Eighteen

"Are you alright, Robin?" Castiel asks softly as he dabs at the blood on her nose with a tissue. He has her laying across his lap on the couch.

"I think my nose is broken," she tells him.

"I can fix that for you." He starts raising his hand to her face, but Robin fears that he's going to snap her nose back into place.

"Wait! What are you going to do?" She questions, panicked.

"I'm going to fix your nose. Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit."

"A-are you sure?"

"Of course I am."

Cas raises his hand up to her face again a touches her nose. She winces, but only slightly because of how softly he's touching her nose. Suddenly, her nose returns to it's original shape, the blood disappearing. Not a bit of pain is felt when he does this.

"How'd you do that?!" Robin exclaims.

"Don't you remember? I am an angel of the Lord," he responds in a matter-of-fact way.

She stares up at him for a moment, studying his features. "Thank you."

"There is no need to thank me."

Robin gives him the most disgusted look she can muster before cracking up. "Of course there is! You just freaking fixed my nose with your angel powers!"

"It was what I needed to do." He has the most innocent look on his face.

She stares at him for a while, and he stares back. Blushing, she turns away. "What's wrong?" he asks her, not realizing what she's feeling. He himself doesn't know what he feels, especially since he normally doesn't feel, except for Dean.

"It's nothing," she tells him, refusing to meet his eyes and blushing even more.

"You can tell me, Robin. Don't worry." He grabs her hand.

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she looks up into his eyes again, and feels his face pulling her towards him. Without thinking, she stands on her toes and kisses him. Then she realizes what she's doing. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

A feeling overcomes him, and he doesn't know what it is. He want's to be angry, since he feels that he's Dean's, and Dean's only, but he can't bring himself to. Instead, he feels an urge, a good urge, but he doesn't know what it is. He smiles and says, "It's okay Robin."

Awkwardly, she walks away from him and into the kitchen. She asks him if he wants something to drink. 

"No, thank you."

She tries to forget what she just did because of how embarrassing it was, but can't because of how pleasant it was. She walks back into the living room and sits on the couch next to where Castiel is.

"I really am sorry, Castiel."

"I told you it's okay."

"But... I feel so bad about it. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" 

"You don't have to make it up to me, Robin. It is alright."

She groans. She really likes him, but she won't admit that to him. Or anyone. If he's an angel, then he has to be thousands of years older than her. But, age is only a number, right?

"When are Sam and Dean coming back?" she asks, changing the subject.

"They informed me that they will be back tomorrow."

He's so formal that it's cute, but it sometimes it gets annoying. Robin gets up and walks to her room. Grabbing a suitcase out of the closet, she starts taking clothes and putting them in it. Castiel walks in. "What are you doing?" he asks her.

"I'm packing. I need clothing if I'm leaving here."

She continues to stuff the bag with clothing. Soon, it's filled past the brim and she tries to close it. It can hardly zip. Castiel moves over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Do you need any help?"

This was such a kind offer to her that her words get caught in her throat. "Uh... uh... yeah. That'd be great," she stumbles over her words.

For a little while longer, he helps her pack up as much as she can and make sure that she has everything. By the time they're finished, it's night. "Wow, that went quick. How is it already-" Robin pauses for a moment as she looks at her clock, "8:37?"

"I do not know."

Again, she groans. "I am so tired."

"Would you like to go to sleep?" he asks her.

"Yeah. Could you... sleep with me again?"

"Of course."

They crawl into the bed together and Robin wraps her arms around his torso. He holds onto her as she drifts off to sleep.