Hannah

Really, Dean and Castiel going off without Erin and I wasn’t that big of a deal to me – they knew what they were doing, and I had some other things on my mind.

When Lacey had called me earlier, she’d been too hysterical for me to understand her over the phone so I went to meet with her so that she could speak with me. She was freaking out about everything with Jimmy and she really just needed someone to lend her an ear and a shoulder to cry on. We spent hour together, and she was much more herself when I finally did leave her to go back to the bunker but some of the things she’d said to me just stuck with me and I couldn’t get them out of my head. Maybe I’d be able to talk to Castiel about them whenever I could get him alone again.

Erin had fixed her car with ease and within minutes we were out of the bunkers garage and on the road to where Dean and Cas were meeting with Avenged and Brian’s father. Neither of us knew what we were heading into, so we sang along with the songs playing on the radio and made conversation between the two of us about more light-hearted things, like the days before we even came on this road trip with Izzy. Oh, how I missed her.

Not too long after we’d started our journey, we approached the meeting point.

“Is that Rowena?” Erin gasped as she slowed the car down slightly.

“Shit… this can’t be good…” I muttered under my breath. “Yeah, that’s her.”

Erin had her window rolled down and as she pulled up, she yelled. “Don’t even!”

The car had barely stopped and I was already getting out and moving over to Rowena, glaring at her.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” Matt asked, looking between Erin and me.

“Including ourselves.” Erin answered bluntly. “We’re sick and tired of being left out – we’re just as involved in this shit storm as the
rest of you.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw an older gentleman, Brian’s father, step closer to us.

“What makes you young ladies so involved in all of this?” He asked, eerily calm.

“Hannah is kin of Rowena and Crowley.” Castiel spoke. I snapped my head over to look at him with wide eyes. He didn’t need to let
everybody know that yet, now he’d just made me look like the enemy.

All of the men, other than Dean, Castiel himself and Crowley tensed, their shoulders locking up as they all turned their eyes to me. I
glanced nervously at all of them and they all looked ready to attack.

“Hey, this was news to me just a couple of days ago!” I tried to defend myself with a nervous laugh.

“She’s with us.” Dean added. “She’s not with them, you can all trust her. She’s on our side of this.”

“For now…” Rowena mused. “Family always sticks together one way or another.”

I didn’t miss the look Crowley shot his mother, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from giggling in such a serious situation
and only spoke once I’d managed to regain my composure.

“I’m afraid that saying only applies to me with the family I didn’t just find out about.”

“You would do well to apply it to all family members, young lady.” Rowena spat, her Scottish accent getting stronger with anger –
just like mine.

Despite everything that was coming to mind for me to possibly spit back at her, I found my mouth clamped shut – my lips unmoving,
unable to say a word. My eyes widened, but I fought the urge to panic and looked from Erin, to Dean and then to Cas.

“Rowena, knock it off.” Dean groaned.

“That trick could’ve come in very useful over the years.” Erin joked and I shot a glare at her, but she just winked at me.

Castiel waved his hand and Rowena was knocked into Crowley’s side, and I found that I could speak again.

“You miserable old witch!” I snapped. “What the fuck gives you the right to do shit like that to anybody?!”

I would have thrown myself at the ginger bitch if it weren’t for Castiel’s strong, grace-filled arms wrapping around me and holding me
back against his chest. He stopped me from moving, but he didn’t stop me from growling and cursing at her.

“Jesus, fuck!” Matt roared, rubbing a hand over his face, making us all jump. When I looked over, he was glaring at me. “This is
fucking important and you’re acting like little kid.” He looked at Erin. “Both of you…” He cut us off before we could say anything.
“Go. Both of you, get back in the fucking car and go home.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I yelled at him, anger twisting across my face. I was aware of Crowley and Rowena
chuckling and saying something about me being a ‘true Macleod’, but I was too busy glaring at Matt to care.

“I’m a very busy man who will absolutely not have his time wasted by a fucking child.” He glared right back at me.

I tried to lunge at him, too, but Castiel held me tighter against his chest with no effort at all. I hated that he could control me so easily.

“That’s enough, Matthew.” Castiel barked. “There’s no need to speak to her like that.”

“Then get her the fuck out of here!” Matt yelled. “Or I’m calling this whole thing off and we’ll do it without all of you.”

I looked over my shoulder at Cas, seeing that he was looking at Dean and then averted my eyes to the hunter. The two of them
seemed to be having some sort of silent conversation.

“Take her back to the bunker, Cas.” Dean ordered gruffly. “I’ll handle Erin myself.”

Before I could protest, the world around me spun and the next moment I was standing in my room at the bunker. Castiel was no
longer standing behind me, but in front of me with an angry expression on his face as he looked at me, his eyes the darkest shade
of blue I’d ever seen them.

“What the hell, Cas?!” I demanded.

“I believe that is what I should be asking you.” He snapped. I frowned at him, opening my mouth to speak but he continued talking.
“You and Erin were ordered to remain in the safety of the bunker while Dean and I dealt with business, but, of course you had to be
as stubborn as always and put yourself in harm’s way.”

I wanted to jump to my own defence. I wanted to explain that Erin was the one who wanted to follow them out and get ourselves
involved – I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t my idea, but I went along with it. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened.

“I wasn’t in any danger!” I argued. Sure, it was a little childish. “You and Dean were there, all of the other were there – Crowley and
Rowena were no threat to me!”

“Those men were going to turn on you the second I revealed that you were kin to the King of Hell and his witch mother!”

Both of our voices were rising with everything we threw at one another.

“Yeah, and that was your fault! If you’d kept your goddamn mouth shut then that wouldn’t have happened! You said it yourself – you
told them, so if they’d hurt me then it would have been your fault!”

Before I could say anything else, or even blink, I found myself pinned firmly to the concrete by Castiel’s tall, muscular body against
mine.

“I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.” He growled, low and quiet now. I swallowed hard, heat pooling in my stomach all of a
sudden. “Since the day I met you, I’ve only ever tried to protect you.”

I swallowed, trying to keep it together. I refused to falter under him.

“I don’t need to be protected.” I said firmly, keeping my voice steady. “I’m not a little girl.”

Suddenly, his large hand was gripping my hip, his thumb slipping slightly underneath my shirt.

“I know.” He purred. “Every time I look at you, or simply think about you I am reminded that you are definitely not a little girl.”

I gasped when I felt his arousal pressing against my hip.

“Happy to see me, Castiel?” I teased, my tone of voice slow and sultry.

“Happy to have you at my mercy.” He corrected before pressing his plump lips against the hot, exposed skin of my neck, eliciting a
moan from my throat.

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Third Person

Hannah now stood with her front pressed against the wall, her head turned to the right so that her left cheek was pressed against
the cool concrete. Castiel’s large hands were roaming over her waist, his lips, tongue and teeth were sucking dark purple marks
into the skin of her neck and the backs of her shoulders while one muscular thigh was wedged between her legs, forcing her to
stand with her feet further apart.

“Cas…” Hannah moaned, her voice broken, wrecked.

“Say my full name.” He groaned, taking the time to suck another mark onto her throat. “Say it.” He demanded.

“Castiel… P-Please…”

“Please, what?” He asked. “Tell me what you want, my beautiful human.”

“I-I want y-you…” She moaned.

“As you wish…”

His left hand remained on her waist while his right slid around to her stomach, down her abdomen and he quickly unbuttoned her
jeans and slipped his hand inside, touching her over her panties.

“Are you wet already?” He teased lightly, his voice low and rough. Hannah nodded, dropping her head back onto his shoulder as
his fingers moved in slow, small circles.

“It’s been… a v-very long t-time…” She whimpered, biting into the pillow of her bottom lip.

“How long has it been?” Castiel asked, but Hannah only whined in response. “Months?” She whined again. “More than a year?”
When her blush deepened, he had his answer. “I want to make sure that you can’t ever remember a time before me.” He growled.

Hannah was off of her feet, face to face with the angel and her legs were wrapped around his hips. He sucked two marks into her
collar bone, either side, as he took the few steps to the bed and lay her down, keeping his hold on her and looming above her.

Her hands reached for his belt buckle, but he quickly swatted her hands away and used his grace to pin her wrists up on the pillow,
one on either side of her head, making her gasp.

“I’m going to take care of you first.” He promised, determination evident in his voice. “Then you will be allowed to touch me.”

His long fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans and Hannah lifted her hips so that Castiel could pull them down her thighs at
an agonizingly slow pace. After a few long moments, they were completely removed and Cas tossed them across the room. Next,
he pushed his fingers up under her shirt and pulled it off over her head, leaving her in her mismatching bra and panties.

“So beautiful…” He whispered, making the bra vanish before his own eyes.

Hannah was already quivering before he hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties, but he removed them much faster than
he had removed her jeans, and now she was completely naked underneath him.

The angel had toed off his shoes already, and sat back on his heels to admire Hannah’s naked body. A faded, silver scar no longer
in length than his pinkie finger lay over the right side of her rib-cage, and a faint constellation of freckles covered her sun-kissed
skin. Her chest and face were flushing red, getting brighter as he looked at her longer.

“Castiel…” She whimpered.

“Right,” He chuckled at himself. “Of course… Where was I?” He asked rhetorically, starting to kiss his way down her chest. She
arched against him as he kissed across to her left breast, and back over to her right before continuing down her stomach, shuffling
himself down her body and the bed until he was laying on his stomach between her shaking thighs.

He looked up at her, taking in her form again. Her head was dropped back on the pillow, her eyes directed up at the ceiling and her
breath was laboured.

“Hannah…” He spoke, his tone softer now. “Look at me…”

She looked down at him and smiled, her cheeks were flushed with arousal.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly, and she nodded. “I need to hear you say it, otherwise I cannot continue.”

“Yes…” She whispered. “Castiel, please… I want this.”

He said nothing else before he dove into her core mouth first; he kissed her folds for a few moments before his tongue finally darted
out and licked like an expert. Hannah’s back was arching off of the bed, her thighs were pressing to the sides of his head and her
orgasm was building quicker than she could ever remember one building before.

“Cas-“ She choked, but didn’t have the time to warn him as he slid one finger inside of her and her walls clamped around it as she
came.

Castiel continued his assault with his tongue for a few moments before her wriggling hips told him he should stop as Hannah was
becoming over sensitive. He crawled up her body, pressing his lips against hers firmly and sliding his tongue into her mouth so that
she could taste herself. As they kissed, Hannah suddenly became aware that he was still fully clothed, trench coat and all. She
was quick to push it from his shoulders and let it drop off of the bed and onto the floor. She loosened his tie enough to pull it over his
head and then unbuttoned his shirt with skilled fingers, adding the white garment to the building pile of clothes. Castiel was growing
impatient and quickly removed his own pants and socks, now looming over her completely naked, just like her.

“Are you ready?” Castiel asked, suddenly feeling… nervous. That was a new feeling for him, but he refused to let it show. He was
her angel, a strong warrior.

“Yes…” She whimpered, nodding quickly.

He sank into her slowly, savouring every millisecond. Pleasure swam through both of them and Hannah cried out once he was fully
seated inside of her. His blue eyes were dark and wide as he looked down at her. She looked back up at him and her hangs
gripped at his broad shoulders.

“Castiel…” She groaned. “You… Y-You need to m-move.”

“Does this hurt?” He asked her.

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “Thrust, Cas… In and out, you need to fuck me.”

That flicked a switch inside of him, the dominance that had been fading was back with a vengeance. The angel was suddenly like
some sort of rabid animal, gripping Hannah’s hips with a bruising force and fucking into her hard and fast. She arched against him,
closing her eyes.

“Look at me.” He demanded. “Open your eyes and look at me, my human!” He growled.

“Castiel…” She cried, clenching around him, causing him to let out a cry of his own. “Oh… please, please don’t stop!”

He gave a nod and somehow increased his speed. It only lasted a few minutes, and he forced himself to keep going as she
spasmed and came hard around his cock. Hannah was still lost in the throes of her own orgasm when he kissed her, allowing the
tight warmth inside of his vessel take over. Hannah could feel his thrusts become erratic and both of their temperatures were rising.
Hannah let out a scream as her orgasm tripled in intensity instead of ending as he grunted loudly, growling like a wild animal as he
released inside of her.

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Hannah

I was laying on my stomach in my bed, watching as Castiel buttoned his pants and bent down to kiss my lips softly.

“Where are you going?” I asked tiredly.

“I must see to some business.” He answered. “Metatron is calling for me. I wish I could stay.”

I shook my head and smiled softly.

“Go…” I insisted. “Do what you have to do. You know where to find me when you’re finished.”

I woke up in the morning and my first thought was that the night before had all been a dream. That only lasted moments until I
moved, and the wonderful pain that rippled through my entire body reminded me that it had indeed happened.

I slipped out of bed and took a few steps until I was standing in front of the full length mirror on the wall. I gasped when I saw my
reflection but smirked at myself approvingly. The purple and almost-black bruises that had been sucked over my throat, collarbone
and chest sent a warmth through me, and then I noticed the bruises around my hip-bones in the exact shape of Castiel’s fingers.

My phone beeped on the desk with a text message notification, it was a text from Erin.

Get your lazy ass out of bed and come get some breakfast. – E

I chuckled and shook my head, slipping into a clean pair of panties and grabbed an item of clothing from the back of the chair. I
slipped it on as I left my room and walked towards the kitchen.

I hopped down the steps into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks when Erin and Dean both let out low whistles. I looked across
the room at them with wide eyes. They were sat at the table, staring at me, both of them roaming my body with their eyes.

“What?” I muttered nervously, folding my arms across my chest.

“Looks like you had a fun night last night.” Erin chuckled, standing and taking my hand so that she could pull me over to the table.

I looked down at myself and squealed when I realised that I was wearing Castiel’s shirt, barely buttoned up and my lovely hickies
were on show for everyone to see.

What a wonderful way to start the day.

Notes

Hi everybody! So, this is the first chapter I've written since my daughter was born, I apologize if it's a little short and lacking in A7X, I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things since my life had officially been turned upside down.

Thank you so much for being so patient with me, you're all amazing!

Thank you to elovebakervengeance, too! She's been my rock, and has done nothing but support me through everything and really help me get back into writing. I don't know what I'd do without her! She's my motivation!

~ LMV