First
Title: First
Author: bellemacfarlane
Prompt: first
Characters: Castiel, Zoey Maynard (OC)
Rating: 12A
Disclaimer: Zoey Maynard belongs to me. But Castiel doesn't. =)
Notes/Warnings: At the beginning of the Apocalypse, Castiel rebels against Heaven and has a moment with Zoey.
Vessel: Billie Piper
Exhausted, Zoey fell back onto the bed, her eyes closed. She listened to the soothing sound of the rain on the window. She took a deep breath in through her nose, taking in the scent of the hotel room. It smelt lemony and fresh, like it had been cleaned moments before she'd arrived.
She lay on the bed for what felt like hours, drifting in and out of sleep. It was like therapy to her, to finally stop. For the past year, Castiel had been vigorously training her up to her full angelic potential. On top of that was Sam's growing darkness and Dean's return from Hell. It had been hard for Zoey not to tell the boys who and what she was, especially when Dean was trying to discover what had brought him back from Hell. She had ached to tell him it was an angel, but she had sworn she wouldn't tell.
Within the stillness and the tranquility, Zoey heard a small noise, like a bird taking flight. She smiled, and opened her eyes. Just as the noise had informed her, Castiel had appeared out of nowhere. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to her. He looked down at her, frowning, as if he were studying her every feature.
"What?" She asked. Zoey made the accent American, as she had always spoke like that, but there was a hint of her vessel's English accent beneath it.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked in reply. Being an angel, he had no idea of human emotions, despite now emoting more than he had when they had first met. His voice, too, disguised another. While his voice was deep and gravelly, it was merely a disguise for his vessel's true voice.
"Stopping," Zoey replied, propping herself up on her elbows. "I like to do it sometimes, but you haven't let me in the last year. What are you doing?"
Castiel blinked as she bounced the question back at him.
"I think I know how to stop the Apocalypse," he informed her.
Zoey sat up fully and crossed her legs in front of her. "Really?" She said sarcastically. "That's good, because I was worried for a minute that the world was gonna fall to pieces."
She could tell Castiel couldn't understand her sarcasm. However, he passed over it, and pressed on, "we need to find God."
Zoey raised her eyebrows. "I hear praying a lot helps that somehow." There was a pause. Then, she looked up at him and asked, "why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Why did you rebel against Heaven? I mean... if you stayed on their side, wouldn't that be better? We'd have someone on the inside then."
Castiel looked away. "The rules of Heaven are... strict. They don't..." he hesitated as he struggled to find the right words. "They don't approve of how close I've become. To Dean, to Sam... to you."
Zoey looked at him curiously, wondering if he could mean what she thought he meant.
"They believe," Castiel continued, not noticing the curious look in her eyes, "that my relationship with you has become... inappropriate."
"Is it?"
The words came out of her mouth before she realized they were in her head. Castiel looked back at her.
"I don't understand," he began, but Zoey interrupted.
"That's your problem," she smiled. "You never understand."
He was still looking at her, wearing the curious look she had moments ago. The space between them was incredibly short, but it didn't seem that way as it slowly got smaller until, eventually, her lips touched his.
Castiel drew back slightly, surprised. He and Zoey looked at each other for a moment, and then their lips touched again.
Just softly. He didn't quite know what he was doing. But she did.
Author: bellemacfarlane
Prompt: first
Characters: Castiel, Zoey Maynard (OC)
Rating: 12A
Disclaimer: Zoey Maynard belongs to me. But Castiel doesn't. =)
Notes/Warnings: At the beginning of the Apocalypse, Castiel rebels against Heaven and has a moment with Zoey.
Vessel: Billie Piper
Exhausted, Zoey fell back onto the bed, her eyes closed. She listened to the soothing sound of the rain on the window. She took a deep breath in through her nose, taking in the scent of the hotel room. It smelt lemony and fresh, like it had been cleaned moments before she'd arrived.
She lay on the bed for what felt like hours, drifting in and out of sleep. It was like therapy to her, to finally stop. For the past year, Castiel had been vigorously training her up to her full angelic potential. On top of that was Sam's growing darkness and Dean's return from Hell. It had been hard for Zoey not to tell the boys who and what she was, especially when Dean was trying to discover what had brought him back from Hell. She had ached to tell him it was an angel, but she had sworn she wouldn't tell.
Within the stillness and the tranquility, Zoey heard a small noise, like a bird taking flight. She smiled, and opened her eyes. Just as the noise had informed her, Castiel had appeared out of nowhere. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to her. He looked down at her, frowning, as if he were studying her every feature.
"What?" She asked. Zoey made the accent American, as she had always spoke like that, but there was a hint of her vessel's English accent beneath it.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked in reply. Being an angel, he had no idea of human emotions, despite now emoting more than he had when they had first met. His voice, too, disguised another. While his voice was deep and gravelly, it was merely a disguise for his vessel's true voice.
"Stopping," Zoey replied, propping herself up on her elbows. "I like to do it sometimes, but you haven't let me in the last year. What are you doing?"
Castiel blinked as she bounced the question back at him.
"I think I know how to stop the Apocalypse," he informed her.
Zoey sat up fully and crossed her legs in front of her. "Really?" She said sarcastically. "That's good, because I was worried for a minute that the world was gonna fall to pieces."
She could tell Castiel couldn't understand her sarcasm. However, he passed over it, and pressed on, "we need to find God."
Zoey raised her eyebrows. "I hear praying a lot helps that somehow." There was a pause. Then, she looked up at him and asked, "why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Why did you rebel against Heaven? I mean... if you stayed on their side, wouldn't that be better? We'd have someone on the inside then."
Castiel looked away. "The rules of Heaven are... strict. They don't..." he hesitated as he struggled to find the right words. "They don't approve of how close I've become. To Dean, to Sam... to you."
Zoey looked at him curiously, wondering if he could mean what she thought he meant.
"They believe," Castiel continued, not noticing the curious look in her eyes, "that my relationship with you has become... inappropriate."
"Is it?"
The words came out of her mouth before she realized they were in her head. Castiel looked back at her.
"I don't understand," he began, but Zoey interrupted.
"That's your problem," she smiled. "You never understand."
He was still looking at her, wearing the curious look she had moments ago. The space between them was incredibly short, but it didn't seem that way as it slowly got smaller until, eventually, her lips touched his.
Castiel drew back slightly, surprised. He and Zoey looked at each other for a moment, and then their lips touched again.
Just softly. He didn't quite know what he was doing. But she did.