IN THE HEART OF THE NIGHT || CASRA

[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

AND MY SHIRT IS TURNING RED

I'M SPINNING AROUND SOLDIER DOWN

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] This had been in absolutely none of Cason's plans. Natalie had been the first and only girl he'd ever been with and even after she was killed he figured that was how it would stay. Not that he didn't think it was impossible to fall in love again or that the notion he might find someone else was completely absurd but it simply wasn't something he was focused on at all. Meeting Jackson Duval had literally changed his entire way of life and his view on everything in it as well. He learned more in the two years he trained with the man than most hunters did in a decade. The older hunter was just that good of a teacher and Cas was most certainly a willing student. It was really all he had back then when it came down to it. His family thought he was crazy for trying to make more out of Natalie's death than everyone else had assumed and he was pretty sure the rest of that town had felt the same. He hadn't left with any intentions of ever going back and that resolve had never changed even now. And even if he had decided to try and go back home he wasn't sure it would make him feel any better. They wouldn't understand why he was the way he was now and they most certainly wouldn't believe anything he had to say about what really was out there in the dark. To them it was nothing but ghost stories and myths. No, he was better off letting his past stay there where it belonged, dead and buried. Quite honestly he had half expected that to be where he was by this point in time too. It was no big secret that hunters didn't normally lead the longest of lives. If you were lucky you made it a good two decades at the most before one monster or another finally caught up with you. If you were really good at it and earned enough of a reputation you could expect maybe five to ten years at the most and Cason was well aware that both supernaturals and other hunters put him in that category. He would be lying if he said it wasn't something he didn't feel slightly proud of even if it did mean a constant target on your back. Before now it hadn't really mattered anyway, that target. Everyone died after all, some people's time just ran out sooner. Or at least that was how he always figured it. It hadn't really bothered him either, which was probably good and bad seeing as a hunter with nothing to lose was the most dangerous kind but also the one who died first. Not until lately that is. Because suddenly when he was out on a hunt his mind wasn't just on the creature he was stalking it was also thinking about a pretty pair of brown eyes and a contagious smile that he really wanted to be able to see again. It was what had been going through his mind over and over again back in the alley with every slam of his body against the concrete. He wanted to live to see her again. It was the first time he had a reason to keep going other than vengeance and he almost wasn't sure how to handle it. So far he hadn't let himself stop and really think too hard about it either, not until tonight and he was dragging himself inch by painful inch up the stairs to her door. He'd found his way here for a reason and that reason had suddenly become very very clear to him with each passing minute since she'd opened her door and ushered him inside. At the end of the day, the end of whatever hunt he was on, she was always the last thing going through his mind. And she needed to know that. He needed her to know that. Because if there was one thing he had learned was that life was fragile and all it took was a split second for everything to be ripped out from under you. Any nervousness he'd felt at confessing those feelings had been chased away at her surprised yet undeniably happy reaction and he wanted to punch whoever had her feeling as if a simple gesture such as candles and flowers wasn't something she deserved. He would have given her the moon if he could and still felt like she deserved more. It almost made him want to wince at the hesitation in her voice as she described herself as something of a burden almost. How could anyone have had her in their life and thought of her as anything but wonderful? She gave him so much more than she could ever dream of taking. Cas hoped his words of reassurance would ease any of her fears on that subject and the smile on her face that seemed to grow a little wider with each sentence seemed to suggest they had done their job. Still, there was a tiny lingering look of doubt in her eyes and prompted those four extra words that could potentially freak her out even more if she wasn't ready for them. He was going with his gut at this point though and it was telling him to go with the absolute truth and nothing less. She looked almost stunned for a second, obviously surprised and her eyes filled with an unmistakable sheen of tears that made his heart stop only to start beating faster in his chest than before with her reply. I love you too' He honestly couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd felt this entirely happy and content. All the aches and bruises were forgotten for the moment because she loved him too. A part of him just wanted to sit there in that moment forever and forget that monsters existed and that he had almost been killed by one less than an hour ago and that they could just stay like this without anyone else to worry about but each other. However, the logical side of him wouldn't let him ignore the fact that she was still in the dark about what he did, who he was (or so he thought). And even though it was killing him to think it could, if it did change her opinion of him he would rather it be now instead of later on and they were both in so much deeper. The smile had faded from her face as he lowered his hands and her gentle prompting as he hesitated was all that kept him from backing out of continuing then. He got as far as confessing he wasn't an actual bounty hunter before he found himself hesitating again, something completely out of character for him. Normally he had no problem telling someone how it was and what was what but right now he almost felt like he couldn't even find the right words. And it seemed so important to find the right words. He took a deep breath, telling himself just to get it over with and hope she didn't think he was crazy. "You know all those crazy stories people like to tell about supernatural creatures, werewolves, vampires, witches, shape-shifters? Well they aren't so crazy," He finally began, biting his bottom lip slightly. "I hunt them, make sure they don't hurt anyone," He glanced down at his hands for a second, adding softly, "And sometimes they hunt me back," His present condition very clear proof of that fact. Looking back up to meet her gaze was hoping oh so desperately that it wasn't holding the disbelief and skepticism that most everyone else did upon being told what was really out there. "I just, I wanted you to know the truth about who I am and what I do before, you know we go any further," In other words he was giving her a chance to get out now if she wanted, even though just the thought of her leaving was breaking his heart. Her eyes were wide and she looked almost worried though after what he'd just said he could understand it. "It's not the easiest life to deal with I know. It's bloody and messy and dangerous..." His voice trailed off a bit towards the end, starting to wonder if he'd done the right thing in telling her all of that. "And I'd understand if you didn't want that dirtying up your life," Because it would eventually, no matter how hard he worked to keep it from touching her. It already was now just with him being here. words; a lot tag; cierra<3 note; somanysquees!! template made by missickle

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[cierra]

THAT IT BEATS MY HEART

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Out of all the people to ruin the moment, Cierra was sure she was going to. Whatever way that might have been. It was usually her perfect fit in that. With a girl with little experience, all of this was a little overwhelming. Although she wasn’t really complaining. This was everything she had ever dreamed of ten times over. Those that said they didn’t want the fairy dream were kidding themselves. Cierra couldn’t understand what wasn’t appealing about this. No, she never thought the man of her dreams would come in the middle of the night like this. Nor did she think the meeting was going to be as dramatic as it ended up being. Yet, both of those, it didn’t matter to her. The Cas she focused on was the same one that got her flowers on her birthday. The same one who took her miniature golfing. Yet, she was prepared to deal with the other Cason too. There was no doubt being part of the hunter life did that. She kept forgetting that detail. It was so easy to forget.

She was always too trusting anyways. It shouldn’t have surprised her. Still, she would have never guessed. But now looking straight into his eyes, she just looked at the beautiful pair of green eyes. Everything was on her mind, but everything calmed down to a slowing stop whenever she just focused on him. Which was quite the feat. Cierra freaked out about everything. No, she wasn’t worth this. No matter what Cason might have said or tried to argue, she knew it deep down. She was the average Jane. The ordinary girl who was smart, relatively pretty, overall rather kind, and if not slightly giggly. Those were her positives and she remained focused on those for the times she felt down. It was as if Cason made her feel like she was all of that times ten. The feeling. She was whole. She was happy. Worried, but happy. It was so bottled in her that she wanted to go run out into the streets and tell everyone she knew- as one did know how much Cierra loved to tell a story. Everyone knew that Vi was going to be the first contact. Like saying to the world, ‘see, I can do it’. Really, after so many years, one kind of gave up on the whole ordeal even if they liked to dream.

Except here it came. He was speaking about the supernatural. Her kind. She couldn’t look at him. She just had to break away from the green eyes for a moment when he was speaking as if she were clueless. When he said shapeshifters under the same category as werewolves and vampires, she cringed. Physically cringed. Hiding had never been a good trait of hers. Her stomach turned and she felt a little sick. Gah, why? What part of her plans had involved all of this? However, she felt more prepared at this speech. Despite all the tossing and turnings, she had been thinking about this above all else. What was she going to do with a hunter? She had already made her decision on how she felt about dating a hunter. She had given her answer only a few moments ago. Cierra loved him. That was all that mattered in the shapeshifter’s eye sight. All the other thing were just little obstacles. No relationship could be completely perfect, right? Not all secrets had to be relieved. At least not that one.

What snapped her out was her realization that her theory had been right. Well, duh, what else would have beaten him so bad? Wait, she was supposed to act surprised. Cierra looked at him and his condition, frowning and gently grabbing his beaten hands. From thrown punches no doubt. She put his hand in both of hers, not saying a word. What she wanted to say couldn’t come out of her mouth. She already knew and accepted it. Even beyond that… she had seen hunters. And their mental stability. As well as physical. It was clear she was able to somewhat take care of his physical injuries, but she was fully prepared whatever mental issues she had on her way. Cierra didn’t even know if he was as affected as the many others she had seen, but if he was half of it, there was a lot to carry. She felt like she could be the good girlfriend. Make him feel better.

She finally looked right at him once again. Her eyes big and brown, not even knowing how to express any of this. It would leave some worried nights, sure, but she kind of already did that. He continued, as if all of that wasn’t enough. This shocked her. A gasp escaped her lips. Aw, Cas. No. Cierra couldn’t imagine- even if she hadn’t known anything- leaving after all of this. This was the grand finale. It was a long time before she spoke. ”Cas, don’t you understand?” She asked, furrowing her brows together but managing to come up with a smile, ”You make my life better. Make it… more whole.” There was no way she was going to be able to explain this correctly, but this was probably among her smoothest lines the entire night. ”There’s no way you could ‘dirty’ up my life.” She took a deep breath, feeling very hot in explaining all of this because if there was a word of hers that slipped, it could mean everything. ”But this supernatural business…. Whatever did this to you...” More worried about him than herself. No harm was really going to come to her. The most that would happen if anyone found out was that he was dead. Not her. Cierra had that last name protecting her, but Cason had every reason. Every day he was putting himself in danger. Still, Cierra was prepared. As prepared as she could have been. ”Well maybe I’m crazy. Because it terrifies me. But this doesn’t change how I feel about you.” It never had.

I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS

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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

AND MY SHIRT IS TURNING RED

I'M SPINNING AROUND SOLDIER DOWN

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Cason was honestly not one of those 'romantic' sort of men that women loved watching in movies or reading about in books. Rose petals leading to the bedroom? Waste of time and a pain in the ass to clean up if you asked him. Leaving cute little poems or love letters around the house? Honestly that just seemed corny and he was pretty sure a rock would do better at writing down their feelings than he could. The closest thing he had done so far that might be considered romantic was sending Cierra those flowers on her birthday and the fact she still had them on her counter actually made him happier than she probably could ever evenig guess. It wasn't that he didn't care enough to do those sorts of things he'd just always been more of a practical sort of guy. Car won't start? He'd get you to work or wherever you needed to go and then make sure it was fixed as quickly as possible. Lost an earring down the drain? He'd tear the plumbing apart to get it back. Taking care of things, watching out for the people he loved, that was how he showed how much he cared. Man of action you might say. Lately though he would have been lying if he'd said those sort of cliche gestures hadn't been crossing his mind a little more often. Since meeting and subsequently falling in love with, Cierra LaBeau, there was a part of him that wanted to do all of those seemingly silly things just because he knew how happy they would make her. And her happiness was really all that mattered to him. More than anything else really, more than his own feelings or comfort. If she was safe and happy then that was all he needed to be perfectly happy too. Even right now, beat up and hurting in places he didn't even know existed he could honestly say he was completely content. He would have been perfectly happy just swooping her up in his arms and keeping her there the rest of the night but he knew she wouldn't be ok until she finished taking care of the seemingly unending amount of cuts and bruises he was currently sporting. All he could really focus on right then though was the fact that she loved him too and the relief and joy that knowledge brought him right then. It was almost enough to make him forget the whole his being a hunter business and worrying how that might change her opinion of him. Almost but not quite seeing as both of them had things they were still feeling hesitant to admit. The fact that she thought he would grow tired of dealing with her was amazing to him. He didn't even know how that could be possible. Who in their right mind could do anything but absolutely adore and cherish this woman? She made him happier than anyone had in a long, long time. With her he felt like himself again, not the hardened hunter who made a living shedding blood on a weekly basis. When they were together the world just felt right again. Don't get him wrong he wasn't under any illusions that they wouldn't have any struggles or problems. Both of them clearly had their own set of issues which would undoubtedly surface at some point in one form or another. However, in his mind there wasn't anything that could change the way he felt about her. You had problems and you worked through them and came out hopefully stronger. His side of the equation though, what he did and who he was, well that was a much bigger thing to deal with, at least to him. It wasn't something you brought up a few months down the road. 'Oh hey, honey by the way I hunt supernatural creatures for a living'. No, definitely not something he wanted to have to hide. Cason was not in the habit of being a liar either, even with people he was close with and the thought of lying to Cierra in any way did not at all sit well with him. The fear that she might reject him because of it was obviously there and showed in the way he couldn't quite seem to get the words out as smoothly as he wanted to. Though Cierra was worried that she was doing a horrible job at hiding the truth on her face in all honestly Cas was nervous enough that the reaction she did give looked like anyone else who was hearing about supernaturals for the first time. Even the cringe he took as more out of fear than what it truly was. In his mind the problem was completely on his side, not hers. A worried sort of frown furrowed her brow but she surprised him slightly by simply taking his hands in hers, fingers running across the battered skin gently. She looked thoughtful and he imagined she was likely processing the info he'd just thrown at her. Not wanting to pressure or hurry her Cas still felt the last part of his speech needed to be added then so she could know he wouldn't be angry if she didn't feel up to the challenge of putting up with the life he led and would ultimately bring home with him. That actually brought a gasp from her, a sharp sound in her throat. Forcing himself to look her in the face again he was greeted by those beautiful brown eyes, big and full of worry it seemed, though apparently not for the reasons he was fearing just then. A small little smile was aimed at him following the almost incredulous words she finally spoke and Cason almost wanted someone there to pinch him because he wasn't sure this girl could even be real. It was probably one of the most amazing and yet completely terrifying feelings in the world, knowing that you meant so much to someone like that. The more she said the more he just wanted to kiss the heck out of her. She probably did not even know how much it meant to him to hear those words coming out of her mouth. To know that she was in this for the long haul despite what him being a hunter might mean for the future. It was like a huge weight had just been lifted off of his chest and he could breathe again. She still wanted him with her, extra baggage included. A slightly worried tone crept into her words as she mentioned his current state, seemingly more concerned how he might end up being hurt doing what he did than any danger it might end up posing to her. Yet that wasn't at all surprising. She was selfless, this girl, always thinking of others needs before her own. One of the many many things he loved about her. He almost considered telling her what supernatural creature it was that had left him looking this way just so she could know he wouldn't be bothering her anymore but thought better of because he in no way wanted her to feel responsible for any of this. And she would he knew that much. Instead he simply shook his head slightly from side to side, a faint smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. "You are absolutely amazing, you know that?" The words had a sense of awe in them almost, still wondering how on earth he deserved to have her in his life. Reaching out he cupped his hand against the side of her face before leaning in to kiss her again, savoring it this time, his other hand reaching up to tangle itself in her dark hair. A few long moments later he finally pulled back slightly, feeling rather breathless this time, and rested his forehead gently against her own for a second. The moment was broken a few seconds later by the beeping noise of his watch, however, glancing down with just his eyes at the instrument on his wrist. It read three in the morning already. "You should get to sleep, baby. I've got everything I need to get myself cleaned up here," The first aid kit would be sufficient enough considering it was all he ever really used any other time. She'd helped him with his shoulder and that was more than enough. Cas didn't want to make her deal with more blood than she'd already had to so far. words; a lot tag; cierra<3 note; somanysquees!! template made by missickle

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[cierra]

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It was hard for her to imagine how nervous Cason was about all of this. Her mind was racing so much that it was really hard to focus on other things floating around in her mind. All she could think of was all those signs she probably should have saw but didn’t. All of the little hints that she thought she might be seeing, but didn’t want to bring her hopes up just in case. She hadn’t been all that successful in the past. Any crushes she had were mostly cute little girl ones that left her nervously giggling. This was different. Before that night, she thought perhaps it was just because she was older. Women must have had different thoughts and feelings than girls or teenagers did. That was the most logical standpoint. In order to control her very intense emotions and feelings, she tried to always put it back into a place where logic stood. Didn’t always work. Now she saw that even when thinking that way, sometimes her mind really did know what it was talking about.

If Cierra had ever been looked at romantically by anyone else, she wouldn’t have known it. Some called it being naïve or not having enough confidence in herself. What she thought was that she simply didn’t notice those things. What she might have thought as romantic gestures were just strictly friendly. Nothing made her feel worse than being wrong on that note. Cierra couldn’t honestly remember the last time she had though that way though. Too many other things were going on. She actually didn’t even know she wasn’t complete and whole until she had met someone who made her that way. Before, she just went through life in a very bland but safe way. She had honestly gotten herself in more trouble the past few months that she had in the past few years, but she never felt better. Not because of the troubles. Oh no- she did not gain the right feelings from that. It was because it seemed no matter what, this boy was there fending for her one way or another. Only a few incidences thus far (and what didn’t know plenty more in the future) but that happy ending came each time.

Telling him all of that, though she meant it from every bit and piece from her heart, made her nervous. She just knew he was somehow reading her mind on all of this and figuring it all out. Did it show in her eyes there was something else? Did he even notice? Cierra saw that he looked a little nervous, but she supposed that would be the normal reaction from a hunter telling an innocent human about all that was out there. Which was why she tried to look as sweet as possible, but the girl didn’t know how to do it on command. All of her emotions were triggered by the environment around her. Some had the gift of being able to bring them up by just thinking about something. Cierra did not acquire that gift. Hers was mostly left on what was in front of her. A wonderful amazing man in front of her now made her all sorts of happy. There were some things she had always heard of but didn’t understand until now. What started out as a lonely night watching happy ending movies ended up as her own story. This story could probably be even made into a screen story- honestly.

The way he said it. It was as if she were the greatest thing in the world, and it made her smile again. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks as a shy smile came across her features, completely caught off guard by the word amazing. Cierra wasn’t sure if she would be able to go that far. She wasn’t as caught off guard by this kiss though, trying her best to remain gentle. She wasn’t going to ignore the fact that Cason had been hit on the face so her pressing against him probably wasn’t going to improve his situation. It was much harder than she anticipated, however. Cierra realized she was thinking way too much than what felt natural, so she placed both arms around him, remaining as gentle as before. If someone could classify her as anything- it was gentle. He broke and she stayed there in complete bliss for a couple of moments. Nothing else mattered. She wasn’t a shapeshifter. He wasn’t a hunter. They were both the same- no other outside obstacle in their way.

When she heard his watch, the first thing she thought was, No, it’s my alarm, I knew it! But opening her eyes, she saw he was looking at his watch. More nicknames. This one only distracted her for a couple of more moments as she realized he meant on leaving. Cierra was thinking of every single excuse she could for him to stay and not leave. It wasn’t very hard when he was in the condition he was. Yet, she wasn’t sure how helpful they were going to be in the long run. Was asking him to stay a little much? She had no idea. Not a clue. Though she also supposed that if there was going to be something to set the pair off from each other, it would have already been taken care of talking about how they were natural enemies under the rules of supernatural and hunters. Still. Cierra was always worried. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was going to sleep. Not a wink of sleep, and it was going to be wonderful. ”Are you sure? It’s late. And you’re not all that better than you were coming in.” She swore that five seconds ago, she was just trying not to get him to pass out. As well as passing out herself. It had only gotten later. ”You can stay here. I have room.” Barely, but she had a small couch and a bed. That was really all that was needed in order to have this work. She didn’t mean to be so protective so soon, but it was hard not to be. Even if the night hadn’t gone well, she still wouldn’t have wanted him in danger like that. Still didn’t know if it was too much, and if he left, she would protest no longer. She promised.

I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS

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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

AND MY SHIRT IS TURNING RED

I'M SPINNING AROUND SOLDIER DOWN

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Cas wasn't exactly used to asking women out or even being in a relationship period. So this whole scene that had played out now was something almost surreal. Like he couldn't quite believe it had just happened. That he had kissed her and she was kissing back and suddenly they were, well, together per say. It wasn't at all what he'd planned on happening when he'd knocked on her door earlier even if he had been thinking about it a great deal the last few days. Cierra might have found it unbelievable but he'd never felt so nervous about something in his life. There wasn't much that scared him and if he did feel any sort of fear he was good at pushing it to the back of his mind and doing what needed to be done. It was something of a necessary skill you had to learn when you did what he did for a living. Because if there was one thing almost every supernatural creature could sniff out quicker than the rest it was fear. And once they caught whiff of it you were deadmeat. Fear made you the weak link in any chain and like any good predator whatever it was you were hunting would take advantage of that before anything else. Thankfully Cierra was not looking to kill him though and therefore any nervousness or anxiety he was feeling appeared to go completely past her. If anything she looked the most nervous out of the pair though her reason for it was certainly much more understandable seeing as to the state he'd shown up in at her door. Still he was glad she couldn't read his mind just then if only because it was something of a nervous wreck, one part yelling at him to just take that leap and kiss her while the other was shouting for him to just stay where he was, not risk the rejection. And maybe that was what had really held him back so long as it was. The rejection factor. Losing not only any hope of a relationship but their friendship as well. Thankfully he'd gone with the first first voice and it had been the best decision in his entire life. Knowing that she loved him back was just absolutely amazing. Couldn't even begin to be put in words how amazing really. And with that knowledge firmly cemented between them all that had been left was him telling her what exactly he did, who he was. Which might have even been more nerve racking. Who could be expected to believe that after all? His fear at that point must have been easier to spot because Cierra had encouraged him gently to tell her whatever he felt he needed, the assuring tone of her voice easing back his anxiety. It felt good to get it out there though. Keeping something that big from someone he loved as much as he loved Cierra placed more guilt on him than Cason expected. And now that there was more than just a good friendship between them it was only fair she know what she was getting herself into. Her response was everything he could have ever hoped to hear and only served to remind him why he'd fallen in love with this girl in the first place. She truly was amazing and he had told her so out loud because she deserved to know it. The faint blush on her cheeks made him smile slightly, clearly not used to hearing such things though he had no idea why. Even if they had still just been friends and there was no romantic feelings involved he would have thought the same thing and couldn't understand why she hadn't heard that from someone before him. Clearly no one else was able to fully see just how much she had to offer to them. She'd given him more than he'd thought possible, made him start to feel something again. Think about more than just hunting and that life. He would have been happy to stay there that close to her for the rest of the night but not only did his watch remind him of how late it was but the burning sting of the other various cuts and bruises on his body let him know they still needed cleaning. His remark was met by a faintly worried look, clearly not ok with him going anywhere in his current condition. The words that followed a moment later reinforced that fact and the fact that she so very obviously didn't want him to go was such a good feeling. A quick glance had been shot around her very small apartment even while she insisted she had room for him to stay, which technically she did seeing as there was one bed and one couch that could be used for sleeping. Cas couldn't hold back the smile tugging at his lips, wishing he could just pull her into his arms right then and have her stay there the rest of the night. Even if she hadn't had room she would have said the same exact thing and he loved that about her. "As long as you promise you won't give up the bed. I'll be fine on the couch. Done it plenty of times before," The last thing he wanted was for her to have to spend an uncomfortable night on the sofa when she could be in her own bed. It wasn't as if he'd be getting much sleep either way as it was so there was no point in her losing even more than she already had over him. Reaching for the first aid kit he set it in his lap, pulling out a handful of gauze pads and the small bottle of rubbing alcohol inside the kit beside them. Not his favorite combo but who really loved the sting of any antiseptic? Better than getting an infection he always figured. Pulling his t-shirt up over his head and dropped it beside him on the bed. Yep, he had a few nice sized cuts across his chest and down his torso. Damn vamp. Glancing at Cierra, he didn't want her to feel like she had to stay around while he patched himself up. Watching could be worse than actually dealing with it. "Sweetie, why don't you get some sleep, hmm? I'm good here, honest," It wasn't that he didn't want her to stay there beside him, heaven no, but she had to have been tired and he felt badly that she was still up because of him. words; a lot tag; cierra<3 note; somanysquees!! template made by missickle

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No, Cierra didn’t want him to leave, but that wasn’t the reason she was trying to convince him to stay. All that was in her mind was the image of him basically about to pass out at her door. Waiting for him to pass out even when he was sitting on the bed. The fact he wasn’t leaving just made it another bonus on her heart that was continuing to race. She wasn’t sure if it was ever going to slow down. She didn’t think the enormous heat wave would ever go away either. Her eyes brightening and feeling ever so wonderful and light in ways she only dreamed of. She always thought she loved someone before, but comparing it to this was a whole different manner entirely. No, she understood now. Cierra got it in her grasp. All of the consequences had occurred to her. Hunter and supernatural. Not to mention of all the supernaturals, it was her- a LaBeau. One of the worse dark sided supernaturals in Manuka. Then there was him. A known hunter.

At first, Cierra thought she was going to attempt to put up a fight for him to leave. She wouldn’t be able to do much if he wanted to head home and sleep in his own bed. Cierra didn’t really have that feeling now, but she remembered having it in the past. Now, this wasn’t exactly a cozy homey type of feel place. She wouldn’t mind sleeping at Vi’s instead type of ordeal. She felt more at home there than here. But at Cason’s house, she was sure that was the hunter’s home. Somewhere to feel safe from everything outside of the walls. In his eyes. She wished that she would be able to show him the other side, but that would mean it would have to hint she was one of them. Something she didn’t think she would ever reveal. The more she waited, the worse it would be. Who knows what would happen there? Yes, so many complications, but at the moment, she only saw this positive point. Trying to convince him not to leave.

Thankfully, a fight didn’t have to be put up. She smiled and heaved out a breath of relief. It was at least one thing her mind would be able to settle with. Although she slightly frowned at the condition. The first night they had spent together, she had taken his bed and felt bad about it. Now here he was taking the couch once again. Not to say it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was less comfortable than the bed. Not to mention it wasn’t as if she had a bunch of injuries that were going to ache and pain from it anyway. ”B-but.” She started with wanting to say this was a different case, but then she realized she didn’t exactly know that for certain. ”I’m smaller, and would fit more on the couch. You stayed on the couch at your own place with me…” Remember how quickly sleep had found her when she had slept. Waking up with a nightmare. Cierra looked down at her own hands, knowing her arguing with this would be useless. Asking him had been enough. She should keep it at that. Still, he was here.

Cason continued to fix himself up. When he started taking off her shirt, she thought she was going to leap to make sure it didn’t hurt his arm, but he took it off like he hadn’t even felt it. Cierra also didn’t realize she started to stare. Part of her was looking at all the other cuts and bruises all over, matching the ones on his face and arms. The other part of her was just found staring. She had always been attracted to Cas and thought he was ever so incredibly handsome, so now the girl was distracted. Cierra wasn’t doing it for long, however, seeing as she snapped herself out of it before he noticed. Despite what was just spoken between them, she still found herself slightly embarrassed and shy on the matter. Not like she knew any better. At his words, she half smiled. Yeah right on getting that sleep part. She’d try. ”If you’re sure. Don’t hesitate on getting me…” She would literally be right there.

Cierra moved towards the closet, reaching on her tip-toes to get some spare blankets and sheets for the sofa, wanting to make it as much like a bed as she could. She went over and tucked the sheets in the corners, fluffing it up and putting a comforter underneath it to make it softer. Once she thought it was good enough, she crept to the other side of the bed, eyeing Cas before she snuggled like she usually did. She didn’t find sleep right away, as she assumed she would. Her excitement was still there. Her head was racing of all the things that could possibly happen. What might happen, both good and bad. However, as these thoughts raced on, her eyes closed and still, they started drifting into images of her dreams and she was able to- believe it or not- catch some sleep.

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The shapeshifter felt like it was late when she finally stirred. Her eyes slowly blinked open, always trying to think what day it was and what happened already before. The memory came back to her at once. Cason. Last night. Coming to her door. I love you. I love you too. The rush she felt last night hadn’t really faded away. She felt it once again as she smiled to herself just with the sheets still snuggled to her face. Although it seemed she had shifted through the night. Her neck craned a little bit to look around and see where the hunter had crashed.

I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS

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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

AND MY SHIRT IS TURNING RED

I'M SPINNING AROUND SOLDIER DOWN

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] The thought of going home to finish out the night hadn't really been a serious option Cason had considered even though Cierra was afraid he would want to return there strictly for the comfort factor. Now don't get him wrong, he liked his house well enough and for the price it wasn't a half bad little place to call a bachelor pad. However, it was, well empty. Or at least it had seemed that way to him lately. Ever since she had been there actually, that very first night they had met. It was almost hard to believe how much time had passed since then and where they were at now. Who knew he'd be sitting next to her now and telling her that he loved her and being lucky enough to hear it back. And damn he loved this woman. Cas had never expected to feel like this towards another woman after Natalie and he had actually been ok with that. Now he wasn't even sure how he had managed to get up in the morning before meeting Cierra. You would have thought he'd never been in love before this the way it felt. Maybe it was because he was so different from the man he'd been back in Nebraska or simply learned the value of appreciating being given a second chance. Either way all he knew was a life without her in it was no life he wanted. For the first time in a long time he felt home. It didn't matter if they were here in her small, slightly crowded apartment or his house or somewhere else completely different. So long as she was there with him that was what mattered most. Which was why he was completely happy taking the couch rather than leave and go back to his house. Besides even if he had wanted to leave he wasn't sure he was in any kind of state to be driving right now anyway. It was simply the safest option, staying here. He wasn't surprised when she softly protested the conditions he set though. He knew she would have gladly let him have her bed without a second thought but he just wouldn't have felt right making her do that. Clearly she already knew it was a losing battle to argue the point with him though because her voice trailed off after stating that it made more sense for her to take it since she was smaller. Plus he'd let her have his bed when she had stayed the night there. Both valid enough points even if they wouldn't change his mind on the subject. Watching as she glanced down uncertainly at her hands Cas leaned forward a bit and reached out to intertwine his fingers through hers. "I'll be perfectly fine out here, baby. Heck, I sleep better on my couch than my bed most of the time," He reassured her, not wanting her to feel at all guilty about the sleeping arrangements. The passing thought that they could just share the bed and solve this whole problem had gone through his mind but he didn't want to make her feel pressured into anything she might not be ready for yet. Not that they would be doing anything other than sleepiing but still. He could handle the couch just fine. Needing to take care of all the other cuts and bruises before he could crash for the night though he set on doing just that. It was an easy rhythm to settle into, pulling part gauze and pouring antiseptic on it before cleaning each gash as carefully but quickly as possible. Stung like a bitch but he had become pretty good at soldiering through it with a straight face. It was distracting enough though that he didn't notice Cierra's own moment of distraction after he'd taken his shirt off though if he had he likely would have smiled in slight amusement. Instead all he did realize was she was still there and it prompted the urging for her to go get some sleep which she followed but only after making sure he knew she would be there in a second if he needed her at all. Before going to bed though she came back out and fixed up the couch with a sheet and comforter for him and he smiled to himself at the little show of caring. Hearing her move around faintly in the bedroom a few minutes later, Cas kept up his patch job and half an hour later he was finished up. Some of the cuts probably needed a little more care than he'd given them at the moment but there was always tomorrow for that. Pulling his shirt back on carefully he cleaned up the slight mess he'd made as quietly as possible before taking up residence on the temporary bed she'd made up for him on the couch. He hadn't actually paid much attention to the size of her sofa but now that he was on it the fact that it was quite a bit smaller than his own was suddenly very apparent. He wasn't a moose sized guy like Jude's boyfriend, Chandler, but his six foot frame was still protesting the cramped quarters. An hour later he had yet to fall asleep and the stiffness and pain starting to set in already told him it was going to be a long, long rest of the night if he stayed here. Finally he sat up, grimacing slightly at the movement, and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced towards the bedroom, biting his bottom lip in hesitation for a moment before standing up. Padding as quietly as possible across the floor he stood for a second by her bed to see her curled up form huddled beneath the blankets. Thankfully she slept all the way to one side of the mattress leaving a good sized space for him to oh so very carefully lay down on beside her. He was using every single stealth move he'd learned hunting to avoid waking her up and succeeded in settling on top of the comforter without her stiring. Glancing over to where she slept, a half smile pulled at his lips even as his eyelids closed and sleep finally took hold. ------ Cas didn't wake once through the rest of the night, which wasn't all that long considering the time he had finally fallen asleep. Still by the time he started to wake up it felt like he'd been sleeping for eternity. Even so he was still a light sleeper at best and the slight movements she made beside him as she woke up were enough to wake him too. "Sorry, sweetheart, but your couch and I didn't get along too well last night and it kicked me out," He murmured in a slightly gravelly tone still husky with sleep. He doubted she'd be angry he had joined her here but still felt an explanation was warranted considering his assurance he'd be fine on the couch those however many hours ago. words; a lot tag; cierra<3 note; somanysquees!! template made by missickle

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Despite her easily pushed personality, there was one thing that about Cierra that no one was able to change. Her views. No one really took the shapeshifter as opinionated, yet she was. Open minded on the side, sure, but most ideas set in her head where determined by her. It caused problems with her family, but she couldn’t help that much. The complete stranger could probably convince her to do anything. Just a little bit of pushing and she was doing favors for everyone. Both good at bad. It was what made her such a decent person. Able to do something for someone she didn’t know. Yet, any thoughts in her head remained stubborn. Cason was able to convince her of the situation of his sleeping, but she honestly would have a hard time feeling better about it. When he grabbed her hands reassuringly, there was a little bit of a better feeling about it. It could have very well been the sweet nickname passing through his lips. Although Cierra had a hard time thinking it was hard to sleep in his room at all. The sleeping conditions were perfect.

This is what being in love felt like? Oh, she could stay like this forever. Unfortunately, she didn’t have that forever she would have liked. There was a small smile on her face as she realized there was tomorrow. It wasn’t just for that night. Ah, she had never felt that way before. She didn’t know if that was a sad thing because she was at the age she was or not, but she never would have guessed. Cas was like the missing piece to her life. For a while (especially lately) she had felt her life rather dull. Just going through the daily things. The excitement in her life wasn’t exactly… positive. Still, all of this? It could have just been first night jitters or something, but she never felt better. Something that seemed rather silly considering the situation this all lead to. Hopefully the dramatic events where Cas had to save Cierra (even if she had a small proud moment of saving him) was raveling to an end. She doubted it with their lives, but she hoped so anyway. It was a wonder she went to sleep with all of this running through her mind. Usually it prevented sleep. But the girl was so tired and she felt at peace.

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The first thing Cierra noticed when she woke up was that Cason was not on the couch. She hadn’t considered herself much of a heavy sleeper, but as it turned out, she wasn’t really a light sleeper either. She hadn’t heard him leave. At first, her gaze went to the door, understanding he probably had to go home soon. Who knew how late in the day it was? Although her late in the day was nine. Maybe ten. She was a bit of an early riser. However, all of this was transferring in just moments in her head. She really didn’t expect to have him next to her. When she felt something stir next to her- with her animal senses heightened-, she sleepily turned to her side. Her hair that was usually done up and perfected before she was seen in public was everywhere. Cierra had to have the worst bed hair she knew. Vi could just wake up and pat it a couple of times. Hers went in all directions, and she even had to move some of it to see the man properly. Plus, she was quite alarmed to have him there. It was no harm done, of course, but she wouldn’t have guessed that. A small pink rose on her cheeks as she turned her whole body to face him, her eyes adjusting accordingly.

Waking up next to Cason beamed her up once again. It made her smile and feel very warm, now suddenly very awake. He was just over the covers as he murmured at her. Cierra wasn’t really the person to say ‘I told you so’ toward anyone, even someone she was as comfortable with as Cas, but she did smile in slight amusement. The smile was still a little sleepy like despite her feeling awake, ”It’s fine. I’ll yell at it later. Though I thought it might do that to you.” She saw that his hair was pretty up and everywhere as well even if it was far shorter in length than hers. Slight nervousness came in her stomach as she looked at him again. Her big brown eyes looking those sleepy green ones. ”How are you feeling?” She asked quietly, pulling the sheets up to her mouth again, biting her lip. Maybe it was a little too early for her to ask.

Looking at him, trying to look past the small twists and turns in her stomach, she saw that the swelling was pretty heavy. As she expected it to be. Part of her wished that she could take out the potion that Vi gave her, but that wouldn’t work for obvious reasons. His lip was still puffed up a bit. Feeling a little more bold (must have been the morning- as it was with most dogs, they liked to feel more active in the mornings), she reached out and gave him a light kiss, a smile curving on her lips before she let go. The words still echoing in her ears from the night before. Cierra never believed in her life she would be so lucky. The woman always getting second place had a place first here. She almost wanted to go out and tell everyone she knew, but she knew how that might of looked. If it had been accepted by other people- or if she cared less what other people thought- perhaps she would have. She placed her head back down on her pillow, feeling her toes curl as she attempted to look calm. Her heart was soaring. Absolutely soaring. Tried to not think about how he was leaving soon.

I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS

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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

AND MY SHIRT IS TURNING RED

I'M SPINNING AROUND SOLDIER DOWN

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] For someone who was used to grabbing a bit of sleep whenever and wherever he could, couch, bed or otherwise, Cason still never slept as well anywhere other than his own house. It just seemed like the one place where he could truly put his guard down and let himself really fall into a deep, undisturbed sleep. Last night, however, it seemed like he'd found another such place in Cierra's house. The few hours of sleep he'd got had been some of the best he'd had in months. If he'd been left undisturbed it was likely he would have remained dead asleep for the rest of the day. Thankfully he had her beside him to ensure that didn't happen because if there was one thing Cas hated doing it was wasting a day sleeping. Although now that he could see the still sleepy eyed woman beside him the thought of spending an entire day in bed with her was actually very appealing. There was a definite look of surprise on her face at seeing him next to her on the bed but a happy little smile quickly formed across her lips and he could tell she didn't mind this unexpected visit a bit. His remark concerning her couch changed the smile to one of amusement but unlike most people she was too much of a sweetie to rub his change of heart concerning their sleeping arrangement in his face. "Kick it a couple times for me too when you yell at it, mmkay?" He mumbled, shifting slightly and reaching up to run a hand through his already haphazardly mussed hair, not really caring how crazy it might have made it look. That sort of thing didn't usually occur to a guy anyway. As concerned as Cierra might have been about her own bed head styled hair to the hunter it looked as gorgeous as ever, shiny and soft. The sort that practically begged for fingers to be tangled through it. Her voice was suddenly a little more hesitant and he glanced over to see her looking at him with a bit of worry in those big brown eyes. Could she get any more adorable though? The way she had the sheet pulled up to her chin, gnawing her lip in a nervous manner it really made him just want to grin from ear to ear. Except even the thought of doing that had him grimacing slightly. Clearly he looked a little rough and honestly he felt it too. He'd known the day after would be the worst and it wasn't disappointing him. Cas couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this sore after a hunt. Granted this was quite possibly the worst beating he'd taken in his entire time as a hunter but still he wasn't exactly prepared for this degree of ouch. A good example of why you shouldn't take on a vampire alone. He didn't regret it one bit though. Not after knowing how the bastard had treated Cierra. "Like I went twelve rounds with a semi truck and lost," He returned wryly, a rueful smile tugging slightly at his lips to show he still had a sense of humor about it. The mattress moved slightly just then and in a pleasantly surprising move she was right next to him and planting a light kiss against his lips and he quite happily returned it. Yes he could definitely get used to waking up this way every morning. "Morning beautiful," He murmured, grinning against her lips right before she pulled back. Cason honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so absolutely content, sore as he was and all. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to be so lucky to find a girl like Cierra still single. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous but she had an equally beautiful personality to match and any guy who wouldn't want that was an absolute idiot. He imagined she probably turned down quite a few hopefuls though too. Why she'd said yes to him he still wasn't quite sure but he wasn't going to argue it in the least. Luckiest man on the planet? Yes, he'd say so. Catching sight of the clock over her shoulder he looked across the bed towards her. "You have to work today, baby?" He wouldn't want to keep her from getting ready to go to the coffee shop if she had the morning shift. It was already bad enough he'd kept her up half the night she didn't need him making her late for her shift today too. words; a lot tag; cierra<3 note; somanysquees!! template made by missickle

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The hopeless romantic shapeshifter had always tried to imagine what this would have been like. Waking up to the handsome man you loved. The rush that filled one’s soul. It was everything she had ever pictured and more. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get over it. Ever. This was something she could get used to. While her head was also worrying about a dozen and a half other things, she was also content on focusing on this. Surely she shouldn’t be worrying when something like this felt so sure in itself. It was a road dangerous to walk on. Cierra was usually the one very content on staying on the safe side of things. Not wanting to meet up late so she wouldn’t land into any type of trouble (which she seemed to be failing at miserably). All this was too worth it. Part of her was almost frustrated she hadn’t told him sooner how she felt, but the previous night had been perfect. Besides freaking out over broken Cason, but the timing. The way he did it. Everything.

This look was also simple wonderful and it made her try to hide all the giggles. She had no idea how long his hair was until it was… well up. Cierra ran her fingers through her hair a couple of times, her heart racing and only doing it when she was sure he was looking away. Her hand always going back down when he looked back over. Another smile appeared on her face when he mentioned to also kick the couch afterwards. She had told him he wouldn’t be very comfortable on that couch. She had mentioned it. It was smaller and just something very cheap she was able to put there so there was another space to sit besides her bed. Not that many people came over. Most of the time, she preferred to be out of these cramped corridors. While she did try her best to homie it up with pictures and decorations, she could never feel quite that much with the walls feeling like they were so close together. Now she couldn’t even focus on anything else besides Cas. Still not being able to believe it.

She couldn’t even start to imagine how sore he was. He had been in pretty bad shape the previous night, and she knew that injuries didn’t just get better suddenly. In fact, the swelling, if she knew correctly, was going to get worse tomorrow. She wanted to suggest maybe he lay off a couple of hunts until he was able to recover, but she wasn’t sure if that was crossing any line. Not to mention she probably didn’t want to bring up his hunter career very often. She’d have to talk about it since it was his life, but the less, the probably better for the both of them. Cierra was extremely curious to find out how he ended up getting into this business, but she was too afraid it would bring back unpleasant memories. Most hunters had some type of story attached to them. As she understood it and heard it from the other hunters she knew of. She didn’t think she would be in that type of thing if it weren’t for some devastating reason. As much as she wanted to know, she felt like it might break her heart. ”Is there anything else I can do? Or do you just need rest?” Needing to rest her own way of saying maybe he should calm down for a few days. Surely it wasn’t safe hunting like that, right? Though hunting wasn’t safe anyways.

Did she just get called beautiful at this time in the morning of waking up? The comment made her flush and smile wonderfully. She wished that Cason could return the smile without being in a bunch of pain. Honestly, she felt like she could swim around in that moment forever, but unfortunately, life was going to have to come in eventually. She did have a rent, after all. A rent that she wasn’t able to make by herself. The reason she had to make sure she kept up with her aunt and uncle like a good adopted daughter. Another small reason to keep this relationship with them a deep secret. Oh, she couldn’t begin to think about what would happen if her family and Cas met. Knowing Cas, he would get defensive and be ready to attack at any moment while her family would indeed be coming up with a plan to get rid of him quicker than he walked through the doors. No matter what happened between them, she couldn’t let that happen. Cierra was protective in her own ways too.

The moment came, however. She knew it had to come. Looking over at the clock, she also saw that she didn’t’ have very much time. If any of her friends was working, she knew that she would be covered, but she didn’t want to put that bet on. Or put them in that position. Looking down for a moment, she nodded, ”I… I actually do. In a quick couple of moments.” Adding rather quickly, ”If you don’t feel mobile yet, you can certainly stay here as long as you need.” Never wanting to just push him out when he was under this condition. Why not? She thought he would be pretty bored in here, but there was food in the fridge and a TV. Cierra, with greater effort than she thought, turned over and managed to crawl out of her sheets, feeling almost weak in the knees as she stood up. There was a temptation to take off, but she knew she needed all her days to take off the couple of weeks she used. Looking back at Cas with a soft smile, she asked, ”Do you want eggs? Or you craving something different?” Amused, remembering the first night they met, and the breakfast she made him the next morning. How far away that seemed. The start of all of this.

I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS

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[CASON FLYNN ELLERY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] It was funny how much relief there was in knowing that the person you loved returned those feelings. Cas hadn't even really realized how anxious he'd been over not knowing if Cierra felt the same way he did towards her. That pit in his stomach was gone now, vanished. Replaced now by a light, happy feeling that made all the bruises and cuts seem to hardly matter. For the first time in what seemed like a very very long time Cason was one hundred percent happy and content. He honestly could have stayed there in that bed with her next to him the rest of the day, heck the rest of the week even, and not minded one single bit. In movies couples always woke up looking like a million bucks, every hair in place, lip stick still perfect and no five o'clock shadow even starting to show. He knew for a fact he looked like hell warmed over when he woke up after a hunt and even more so this particular morning thanks to all the swelling and bruises. Thankfully he wasn't vain and honestly couldn't have cared less. The way Cierra kept playing with her hair when she thought he wasn't looking said she didn't feel quite as confident in her appearance just then but to him she couldn't have looked prettier. She was one of those girls that didn't need make up to begin with and with the slightly mussed up bed head and still sleepy eyes staring adorably at him from across the bed, well, let's say it was all he could do to just lay there. Although as much as he thought he wasn't noticing the after effects from last night shifting a bit on the mattress proved they were very much there and still quite sore. Yeah he was going to have to lay low for a bit unless he wanted to explain this one to Sam or Jackson. They'd never let him live it down. Going after a vamp by himself like he had and without a well thought out plan. Still worth it though and he wouldn't change a single one of his actions except to have maybe brought another stake. He also didn't want to make too big of a deal about it in front of Cierra seeing as if they were together this was possibly something that she would have to deal with on a regular basis. He wasn't going to mention that this wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a similar condition though. She had already worried enough last night and was clearly still concerned for him this morning, no need to add to it. He had a high pain tolerance and so long as he could get some pain killers in his system soon he'd be fine. "You've already done plenty, sweetheart, I'll be fine. Nothing else to really do but give myself a few days to heal up," He at least wasn't foolish enough to try and go out on a hunt in his condition. Some were and they almost always didn't make it back and if they did often never were able to hunt again. That wasn't what he wanted happening to him. Especially not when he had that beautiful smile to come back too each day. He loved how easy it was to make her cheeks turn pink and unfortunately for poor Cierra would probably do his best to figure out every single way to do it too. It was almost easy to forget the real world existed just now, especially after everything that had taken place the night before but the ticking of the clock proved it still did and she had responsibilities that he didn't want to keep her from. Responsibilities that started quite soon apparently as she glanced at the clock as well, a disappointed tone to her voice. He couldn't help the faint smile that turned up his lips at her remark that he could stay as long as he wanted if he didn't feel like he could move just yet. It was tempting but he never had been the type to sit still for long even if he probaby should have. The bed shifted as she got up and even though he was used to sleeping alone it was amazing how empty that space was now next to him. Slowly he sat up too, managing wince only one or twice as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Her words brought his head around as well and he met her gaze with an equally amused smile, the memory of that first morning after they had met still very clear in his mind. Now that he was sitting up standing was the next hurdle but by this point it was simply clench your jaw and get it over because once he was up things were a lot easier. He wasn't really even dizzy and he was probably just lucky he'd avoided getting a concussion. "Oh I know what I'm craving," He returned cheekily, flashing her a half smirk over his shoulder. "But that'll have to wait until we have a little more time," Having walked around to the other side of the bed, he pulled her into his arms for a moment, "I'm gonna get out of your hair so you can get to work but thank you so much for doing an amazing job patching me up last night," Leaning back ever so slightly so he could see her face he added softly, "Don't know what I would have done without you," The pair stepped apart then and Cas headed for the front door with Cierra behind him, turning to steal one last kiss from her lips before he left. "I'll talk to you later, baby. Love you," Returning the sentiment, she leaned up to kiss him goodbye again before he turned and left, leaving in much better shape than when he'd come all those hours earlier. words; a lot tag; cierra<3 note; somanysquees!! template made by missickle

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