Angelica Kills Angels

Chapter 1

ANGELICA

It wasn’t like I hated the honey moon, but it was just too peaceful. No demons, no crazy Winchesters coming through the door, asking for help hiding a dead body, no phone calls-actually no phone at all-and we had literally nothing to do. So we had sex. A lot. I’m not telling you, it’s private. But we did use my wings. That came into play fairly often. So a week passed and I had had more than one preggy scare, because Castiel did not understand when to stop and back up. I loved him, thus the reason I married him, but the guy was so naïve sometimes. So we were getting ready to leave, packing up clothes, trying to find any whip cream stains, don’t ask, and I was more than ready to get back to the real world.

The last night there, Cas and I were in bed and just relaxing in each other’s arms, when I felt his aura turn serious. He had been happy and excited all week, mixed with confused and lustful, but this was new. I felt him shift under me and I looked at him, propping myself up on my elbows so I was hovering over his chest.

“What?” I asked, getting straight to the point. He sighed and looked at me in worry.

“When we get back, the moment we touch down in heaven, we will be dealing with a very big problem.” He said in his rolling baritone. I shivered subconsciously at his voice and blinked away the sensation.

“I know. Rafael made a very big point of telling me what would come when we got back. It’s going to be war, Cas.” I said softly, curling up on his shoulder. He ran a hand up and down my back gently.

“Yes. And I don’t want you in the middle of it.” he said. I snorted.

“Please, Cas. Do you for even one second think that I am letting you fight without me? I’m sticking to you like glue, angel face. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.” I said with a smile. He laughed a bit and pulled me closer. We didn’t sleep. Not usually. Which only made the time stretch. We would relax, take a break from everything, close our eyes and pretend we were asleep, but sleep never found us. Not after that first night. I wasn’t hungry any more, or thirsty, or sleepy. I was just content. I still loved the tastes and sensation food and drink brought, but I didn’t need sustenance.

The sun eventually came up and we got up. I took my time showering, and doing my hair in a braid, picking my clothes carefully. I was an angel now after all. Then again, look at Cas. And I did. He was struggling with the buttons on his shirt, as usual and I sighed, dropping the dark jeans I was about to pull on. I grabbed his hand and put them by his side, unbuttoning and re-buttoning his shirt. He watched me the whole time and when I finished he smiled at me and pressed his forhead on mine.

Another man would have kissed me. Another woman would have wanted him to. But that wasn’t the way it was with us. I was never very gooey love boat, and Cas took kisses very seriously. When I first explained kisses to him I may have placed a little too much impact behind it, but every time Cas kissed me, he always took my hand first, and he never just kissed me. The kiss, for us, was a message. There wasn’t any words, or any flimsy ‘I luv u!’ in it. It was one of us conveying out love to the other. Showing how totally we trusted the other with ourselves. Cas didn’t kiss me good morning, or goodnight, or kiss me thanks or please. He kissed me with trust. And that’s why I could trust him.

We finished getting dressed and shoved our clothes in the bags. He was in his usual clothes, his tie on backwards and only half done, but that was Cas. I was in dark jeans, some combat boots and a black t-shirt with my mom’s leather jacket. My hair was braided and the Necklace was around my neck. I grabbed my bag and Cas took his. I felt awkward, like I was leaving something important behind, But I didn’t know what. Cas took my hand, and our wedding rings clicked against each other. I sighed and realized it was him. The entire time we had remained almost constantly in contact, and I felt empty not touching him. He pulled me close and pressed his forehead against mine, in that silly way Cas does and smiled.

“Ready to meet the hosts of heaven?” Cas whispered in my ear. I smiled and dropped my bag, pulling him into a hug. He held me tight and refused to let go. I laughed a bit and moved myself across the room. He stumbled a bit, his balance off without me to support him and I laughed again. His face was suddenly impassive and he moved behind me. He grabbed me from behind and pressed his face into my neck his breath ghosting down my neck. I shivered and he laughed a bit. I stepped on his foot and he let go with an umph. I Moved across the room and blew him a kiss. He grinned at me like a child and moved next to me tackling me to the floor. I squirmed under him, but he had pinned me down. He smirked, something he picked up from Dean and I, and lined his nose up with mine. He smiled at me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and lowered him closer to me.

“I’m ready for anything if you are leading me.” I said, my words chosen carefully. He looked at me carefully, and I knew he understood. I wasn’t just saying I would follow him, I was promising to follow him as a soldier and as a wife. Cas was my commander, but more than that, he was my husband. I would follow him anywhere, and now he knew it. Then he kissed me. And it was perfect. I think that was the last time I was completely happy and at ease for a long, long time.