HELLO My Name Is L.o.v.e.

•Chapter eight~emotions•

  One night we were at The Men of Letters, and Dean taught me more. It was the most magical moment I have ever been through. It brought me excitement to think about. It sent chills though my vessel's bones. Now, I pretty much craved it.

  Dean had laid me down on his bed, and taught me how to do things I would have never known.

  His skin was so soft, but sweaty. His figure nothing but attractive. He said he'd be gentle, and I trusted him.

  Dean had laid on top of me flirtingly, and began to kiss me. It didnt occur to me what he was trying to get into until he had stripped me of my clothes.

After our moment, Dean had dinner with Sam, while I sat and watched. We didn't mention that we had sex in Dean's bedroom. He didn't need the details, especially while eating.

"You're both quiet." He noticed

Dean and I both looked toward Sam.

Dean said something to his brother first, "What were you doing while Cas and I were in my room?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, "Oh, so you were in your room?"

I began to tense up. I was bursting inside with thoughts. I wanted to tell him that I loved it, that it was amazing, that I wanted to do it again.

Dean saved the conversation, "Watching the titanic. It's romantic, so why not."

Sam sighed, probably believing his brother, "I was doing research again. I found a case down in Texas. Two teen girls were found hung in a supposed 'haunted mansion', and two months before there were two teen boys."

Dean said that they would take the case. Ten minutes later, he kissed me goodbye, and I watched him drive off in his 67' Chevy Impala 

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Later that day I was waiting for Hannah at the usual spot we met. I wanted to tell her about the time Dean and I had, but I knew that it would be weird for her to hear about. Something in me ached to tell someone, it was going to leak out of me.

How come I felt human emotion so strongly all of a sudden?

I thought it would have shaken off after a while, but it hadn't. It had only grown stronger. The thought of him made me smile, and I couldn't wipe it off of my face.

I turned on the bench to see a lady appear right next to me. Hannah.

Except it wasn't just Hannah.

Two other angels that I didn't recognize, dressed in black suits were there too.

It all happened too fast. Hannah took my shoulder, and we appeared in heaven.

I was sat in a room of all white, I was chained down. Whenever I tried to get out, it wouldn't work. They had decreased my "angel mojo" as Dean liked to call it.

Naomi took one look at me, from the other end of the room, and shook her head. I knew immediately what this was about. I felt yet again another emotion tugging inside of me. What was this one?

I ached to yell at Hannah. I wanted to ask her why she told heaven my secret. I wanted to ask her why she broke my trust. And most of all, I wanted to know if they'd done anything to my Dean Winchester.

Hannah wouldn't let them hurt him, would she?

I then heard Naomi start to speak, "A sin, Castiel. You committed a sin."

What was the point of saying anything now. She'd kill me.

"You reek of Dean Winchester. I smell him on your trenchcoat. I want him dead."

I closed my eyes. I wanted to ask one question, calmly.

"What did you do to him?" I asked hopefully

She looked into my eyes and laughed. Many things raced through my mind.

Please don't be dead, Dean. Please don't be dead.

I looked around me more, to find the same two angels in black that were with me when Hannah took me. They both stared at me, emotionless and colorless eyes. They only followed orders from Naomi, and that's what they lived for.

I loved that Dean Winchester was my boyfriend, and that I was free.

But would that ever be true again? Would I be free? And was he alive?

"Oh, we have him somewhere. Nice and locked up. You probably wont see him ever again, it depends how cooperative he is."

The emotion began to well up inside of me again, quickening my breathing, and making my heart ache.

No, she was wrong. I was going to save Dean Winchester, even if it sent me to hell.