You sank down on your bed with a heavy sigh, lying back and closing your eyes. God, you hated witches. You never knew what you were dealing with. The hunt that had taken you three days was finally over, but now you were exhausted and stressed, and the words of the book you'd been using to help with research the last few days were swimming behind your closed eyes.
A soft knock at your door interrupted your thoughts. "Come in," you called, trying to keep the irritated tone from your voice. All you wanted right now was to rest.
The door creaked open, and you cracked open one eye to see Cas in the doorway. "How did the hunt go?"
You groaned, turning your head to face the ceiling again. "Well, we ganked the bitch. Eventually. Now I feel ready to sleep for a week."
Cas stepped into your room, shutting the door softly behind him, and you let out a long exhale. You really weren't in the mood to entertain the angel. "Look, if you wanna know all the details, ask Sam and Dean. I'm tired."
"Oh, no, I just wanted to check you were alright," Cas replied. "Is there anything I can get you? Something to eat?"
You shook your head, and the angel continued, "how about a massage? I know they can be very relaxing."
You blinked open your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows and turning your head to meet his gaze. "Do you even know how to give a massage?" you asked sceptically, although he had finally managed to capture your interest. There was no denying you found Castiel attractive, and from the moment you had met him, you had fallen in love with his awkward naivety and the way he could be so innocent and yet so powerful and intimidating.
"I'm no expert, but I believe I know enough," Cas told you. "I know you're stressed, and I thought it would help."
You considered his offer before sitting up, offering him a smile. "Sure, Cas, that'd be nice. Thank you."
He nodded, still smiling at you a little awkwardly, and you giggled despite yourself. "Um, could you just turn around for a minute? A massage doesn't really work while I've got my top on."
"Oh, of course," Cas stammered, turning away.
You shook your head with a smile, pulling your top over your head and unfastening your bra. You tossed the garments on the floor before settling down on the bed on your stomach, suddenly feeling a little shy as you said, "ok, you can look now."
You heard the angel's footsteps as he approached you, sitting down on the bed and taking off his shoes, trenchcoat and jacket. You couldn't help but tense a little as he finally laid his warm hands on your shoulders and began to rub there. At first he was a little too gentle, his thumbs rubbing the area where your neck joined your shoulders, but very soon he began to gain confidence, pressing harder and using the whole of his hands, and you sighed, relaxing into his touch.
"You know, you might find it easier if you, um..." you tailed off, not entirely sure how to put this. "If you sat so you were, uh..." Straddling me just sounded way too sexual. But fortunately Cas seemed to understand what you meant. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling over you and resting on your thighs, almost on your ass. "Is this ok?" he asked nervously.
"Yeah, it's good," you replied, and felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I mean, you know... it's fine."
Castiel's hands continued to work down your back with more skill than you had expected, slowly working out the knots in your muscles, and after a while of his careful attention, you couldn't help but let a small groan escape. "When did you get so good at this?" you asked, so relaxed by now that you thought you could fall asleep like this.
