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When you blink your eyes open it's still pitch black in the motel room. You're lying on your stomach, your head turned to the dresser, so you see the green clock numbers as soon as you open your eyes. It reads 4:33 am. You groan and bury your head back against your pillow, fully ready to fall back asleep. Knowing Dean, you'd be up by 6 am. But you are already awake and your senses have started to come back to you. That's when you notice another presence in the room, awake. You slip your hand under your pillow and pull out your knife. Then you look across the room at Dean, sleeping on a pullout sofa, and Sam, on the bed next to yours. Your eyes shift back to Dean and realize there's a shape sitting by the window where he's sleeping. The light from outside the motel is enough for you to instantly recognize who it is. You slip out of your sheets, padding quietly over to Castiel, who turns his head at the sound. He had been gazing outside.
"Castiel," you barely whisper when you reach him. "Everything ok?"
You think Castiel makes his trademark face of confusion, but it's hard to tell in the dark. "Everything is fine," he whispers. His deep voice sends shivers through you. You would never admit it to Dean or Sam, but you had developed feelings for Castiel. You can only imagine what Dean would think. You shudder at the thought and Castiel notices. "Are you cold?" he asks.
"No. Let's go outside. I don't want to wake up the guys," you gesture toward the door. Castiel doesn't move for a moment, but then he nods.
You step outside the motel room with him into the warm night air. The outdoor lamps allow you to see Castiel much better and when you turn to look at him he's already watching you. Sometimes you have no idea what he's thinking. Actually, most of the time. He seems to stare at everyone with this same intense look, like puzzle pieces not quite matching. It makes you nervous.
"I've been wanting to talk to you," he says.
"You have?" you ask surprised. Your interaction with Castiel outside of Sam and Dean tends to be very limited.
His brow furrows. "You have feelings for me."
You think your heart might possibly stop for a brief second. "What?" you choke out.
Castiel shifts, squinting at you. "I said you have feelings for me."
You shake your head. "Yeah, I heard that part. How do you- what do you mean?"
"There isn't much you can hide from me, (y/n)," Castiel murmurs, smiling faintly.
You look away, embarrassed. "What, you can read my soul or something?"
"No," a voice rumbles near your ear and you look up to see Castiel standing right next to you. "Dean told me."
"But," you glance at your motel room window, "I didn't even tell Dean."
"He seems to know you well," Castiel notes.
You smirk a little. "Yeah I guess he does." You sigh, returning your gaze to Castiel. "So where does that leave us?" you ask quietly.
Castiel reaches his hand up slowly, tentatively brushing your hair behind your ear. He doesn't remove his hand from where it lands on your neck.
"I'm not...." he steps closer and your breathing hitches. "Very good at this...." His lips hover over yours and you look up into his eyes, mere centimeters from your own. He's watching you carefully, glancing at your lips, then back to your eyes. You stay perfectly still, aware of every inch of him standing near you. Then he closes the distance and your eyes slide shut, savoring the taste of his lips against yours. It's a perfect kiss, slow and sweet, but still full of feeling. For once, you think you might know what Castiel is thinking. When he pulls away he doesn't go far. Your hands are clutching the front of his trench coat and you're breathing hard. "How was that?" Castiel whispers, gazing at you through half-closed eyelids.
"Angelic," you say softly and Castiel pulls you forward for more.
After a few moments, he steps away. "You should go back to sleep. I suspect Dean will wake you up soon."
Your face must fall a little because Castiel grins, something you don't think you've ever seen before, and steps closer to you again. You close your eyes as he presses his lips to your forehead. "I'll come visit you in your dreams," he murmurs against your skin and your heart pounds. You feel a rush of feathers and when you open your eyes, he's gone. You smile. You have sweet dreams that night.