But perhaps Icarus did not drown. Perhaps he fell to a new, better life with the creatures of the unfathomable reaches of the ocean.

"Kat? Kat! Come on!"

"We need to move. The angels aren't the only thing coming."

"I'll fly us back."

"How much more time?"

"I can't say for sure. It shouldn't be much longer."

"Damnit Katrina, you gotta pull through this. Don't bail out on us now…

….Kat?

Dean! Gabriel! I think she's coming to!"

"Sorry kid, she's still under."

"I swear I felt her squeeze my hand. Maybe she can hear me."

"Sam I put her in a cage in her own mind to shield it from the grace… She isn't aware of anything outside of it. She won't come out until it's safe for her mind to do so."

She was floating. She didn't know how long she'd been there, or how she'd gotten there. Wherever there was. If anything, it was the complete opposite of a "there." She was nowhere. Sometimes she heard murmurings, and she could swear that she recognized them, but she could never place an identity to the voices. And by the time they had stopped talking, she had already forgotten the words. She couldn't hold onto them. There was nothing to grab them out of the space that they floated into with her, nowhere to store them. She was nothing but the thoughts that were currently being thought with a mind that didn't seem to exist. Perhaps she was the space. Maybe instead of floating in a black abyss, the abyss was her.

"Katrina."

Katrina.

She repeated the thought over and over, making sure to begin before the previous word had ended. She couldn't let herself lose this word. It was important. But why?

Katrina Katrina Katrina Katrina

Katrina Katrina Katrina

Katrina Katrina Katrina

Katrina Katrina Katrina Katrina

Katrina… It was… something that belonged to her. It was…

Her name!

Katrina was her.

She wasn't a black abyss. She was a Katrina!

Wait. No. Katrina was a person.

She was a person.

What was a person?

She couldn't seem to remember.

But still, this was something she could hang onto.

"Katrina can you hear me?"

These words… they weren't hers. But how did they have her name? Were they for her?

Suddenly, it was as if she were being sucked out of the abyss through a tunnel. She was no longer floating. The first thing she became aware of was a pressure on her hand. The second was that she suddenly knew what a hand was. The nothing had been flooded by all of her knowledge at once.

Katrina flexed her hand.

"Kat?"

Of course, she knew who those words belonged to.

"Sam..?" she croaked. Her eyes opened slowly. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, which felt rusty with lack of use. She was met with Sam's earnest face.

"Kat!" Relief filled Sam's voice, "Thank God."

"What… I… where…?"

"You're in my room. We've been waiting for you to wake up. It's been two days."

"Oh…" Katrina sighed, her eyes starting to flutter closed. She struggled to keep them open, "Where's everyone else?"

"Cas and Dean are asleep. I don't know where Gabriel is."

"What time is it…?"

Sam glanced at his watch, "A bit after four a.m."

"Idiot… you should be sleeping."

"I couldn't."

Katrina yawned, "I'm so tired…"

"Go back to sleep then, I'll be right here."

"No. Not unless you sleep too."

"I'll be fine, just rest. You need it."

"No." Katrina pouted stubbornly, fighting to keep her traitorous eyelids up.

"I have a feeling you won't really win this battle. You're falling asleep as we speak."

"Well, I'll be really mad when I wake up, and then you'll be sorry…."

Sam snorted in amusement, "I think I can live with that. Sleep."

"Please Sam… Just sleep… I'll be fine."

"Trust me, I'd never be able to relax enough to sleep if I leave your side."

"Then don't," Katrina said simply, "Here…" She grimaced as she used what little energy she had to scoot from the middle to the right side of the bed. "Sleep here." She patted the space next to her.

"I should give you space. You're hurt."

"Sam." Katrina tried to change her tone to one without lenience- one that was final, absolute.

Sam sighed, standing from his chair. "Fine. Just for a little while."

Katrina hummed happily in response, finally surrendering to her heavy eyelids. Sam slid under the covers next to her, trying to keep his distance.

Katrina was having none of it, pressing her face against his arm and curling up on her side.

"Night…" she murmured, succumbing to the grasp of sleep.

"Goodnight," Sam said quietly, feeling the sleepiness that he had been fighting himself wash over him as well.

When Katrina awoke again she felt flimsy, yet invigorated. She opened her eyes to find herself alone. However, a large, fresh imprint next to her suggested that she hadn't been for long. She sat up, grimacing in discomfort. She looked down to see that the source was bandages that had been wrapped around her chest. They were rubbing against her skin quite painfully.

She touched her chest gingerly, finding that her skin was very raw and sensitive. Her best guess was that it was a burn.

But who placed the bandages?

Katrina felt her face heat up. She hoped to God that it was Gabriel that had done it. Angels weren't concerned with the human form, right?

She slid out of bed, her knees wobbling as she stood. She stretched as much as she could, groaning. Suddenly, her stomach let out a loud growl.

She was hungry.

The extent of her weakness finally hit her.

She was human.

And this wasn't like before. When she had been rendered powerless before, it had felt like something was missing, like she was empty. Before, she had still been an unearthly creature, with it's power simply missing. Now the sheaths for her weapons were non-existent. She was utterly and completely human.

Human.

Katrina didn't know how she felt about this.

She couldn't think straight. Not with her head swimming and her stomach threatening to eat itself. She made her way towards the door, before she realized that she wasn't wearing any pants. All that she had to cover herself was her underwear and bandages.

But now, she couldn't just conjure up clothes. She bit her lip, debating the value of food versus the value of dignity.

Dignity was currently losing.

But then she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. A large, plaid, flannel shirt was hanging on a hook on the wall. She took it down, slipping her arms into the too-big sleeves, and pushing them up so that she could use her hands to button the shirt up. When she was finished, it was like a baggy dress that almost reached her knees. Perfect.

Not to mention, she noted, sniffing the collar, it smelled like Sam. She smiled before opening the door and walking a bit shakily into the hallway.

The ground was cold under her bare feet as she made her way towards the kitchen. She was met with voices as she got closer to the library.

"I prayed to Shoftiel, hoping that she would tell us what became of Metatron," Castiel said.

"Mm," Came Dean's replying grunt.

Katrina entered the room, surprised to see them sitting at opposite ends of the table. Judging by their attire, Katrina assumed it was morning.

"Good morning," she greeted quietly.

Dean started, looking up. His eyebrows went up in surprise as he took in her outfit.

Katrina flushed, looking down, "You guys didn't leave me any clothes."

"Right," Dean coughed, "It's, uh, cute. You should wear that more often." He gave her a flirtatious smile and a wink. This earned him a glare from Castiel, which he did not acknowledge.

Katrina looked between the two of them, confused.

Then, her stomach growled again, reminding her of her original mission.

"Kitchen…" she muttered and shuffled off.

The kitchen, however, was already occupied by a hulking figure with sleep-ruffled hair.

Katrina smiled at Sam's back, watching him rummage through the cabinets. He turned, bread in hand, and started when he saw her standing in the doorway. He fumbled with the loaf for a second, nearly dropping it.

"Hey," he said sheepishly as he put it down, "I guess you can sneak up on me again now, huh?"

Katrina nodded, smiling softly. The room was so quiet. Now that their connection was cut off for good, everything seemed much too silent.

Now all she could gather from him was the expression on his face, which didn't feel like it was nearly enough in comparison to everything she could feel before. She had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. Not a single clue. She was so used to the handicap of complete awareness, that she could no longer read his body language or facial expressions.

There was no warmth or affection for her to soak in, no comfort.

Katrina's chest tightened with panic.

What if she had been right? What if Sam's love for her was fabricated by the bond they had shared? What if it had finally faded away?

The worst part was that she had no way to tell. Not until he said something about it. She couldn't even imagine bringing it up. She couldn't bring herself to say something like, "Hey… do you still love me?"

Instead she said, "Um… is there something here I can make myself for breakfast?"

Sam looked at her with an infuriatingly unreadable expression, "Yeah. Actually, I can make something for you. You should be careful with your chest and all. You want anything in particular?"

"No… anything's good," her stomach gurgled loudly again, "Just make it quick. I'm starving."

Sam pushed the lever on the toaster down as Katrina lifted herself up onto the counter, grimacing. He restrained himself from going to help her. He knew that her weakness was probably really getting to her, and coddling her would just make her feel worse. Not to mention, he didn't know if it was a good idea to touch her right now. He didn't think he would be able to keep himself in check with her wearing almost nothing but his own button up shirt. It was adorable, the way the sleeves hung far past her hands. Not to mention, it hiked up on her legs dangerously high as she sat on the counter. He did his best not to look at her as her feet dangled almost childishly high from the ground.

"What's up with Dean and Castiel?" Katrina asked quietly.

"Oh," Sam snorted, "That. Dean's being a dumbass."

"As usual…" Katrina said pensively.

"Basically," he continued, "He's throwing a hissy fit because Castiel insisted that he be the one to undress you and bandage your wounds, to 'preserve your dignity' or whatever. He's jealous or something."

"Of course," Katrina was looking down at her feet, seeming to be even more concerned with not looking at him than he was to not look at her. Had something changed?

Was she resentful that she had lost her grace to come save him?

"I'm sure he'll get over it eventually." Maybe she was finally realizing just how dangerous it was to be affiliated with him.

Katrina was dizzy from her own thoughts. The doubt swirled around her mind like a whirlpool. She was working herself into a panic, over-thinking everything. She was slowly becoming more and more sure that Sam had become indifferent to her, even though she hadn't been presented with any such evidence yet.

She had to say something, anything. Whatever would let her know once and for all. If only she could speak certainly. She had never felt so unconfrontational. Normally she was never this nervous to speak her mind. She supposed she was so used to Sam always already knowing what was on her mind, that she forgot how to communicate. Even if he did still love her, would it work? Would they be able to function properly without the bond? Her panic tied her tongue in knots and blocked up her throat. She swallowed, pushing through the barrier, not caring how coherent it came out. It just had to get out.

"Sam," she started, flinching at the volume of her own voice. She continued, quieter, "I just… I just wanted to say that I won't hold you to anything from before… I mean… I understand if you don't feel the way you used to… about me…"

"What?" Sam said incredulously. Katrina looked up at Sam, whose brow was furrowed in concern and confusion. In his hand he had…

"Cinnamon toast," Katrina murmured, her eyes wide.

"Well, yeah," Sam said earnestly, stepping forward, "It's your favorite, so…"

Then Katrina saw it, that same warmth she could once feel with every inch of her being. It was still there. It hadn't disappeared, just relocated. She could see it in his eyes. It had always been there, she just couldn't see it. But she could see it now, plain as day.

A smile cracked over her face, followed by a weak giggle. The giggle developed into a laugh of relief.

"Kat?" Sam asked, worried.

"I thought… I thought that you didn't want me anymore," Katrina said, elatedly leaning her head back against the cabinets behind her. "I thought you had stopped loving me."

"What?" Sam said again, "How could you think that? Why on earth would I stop loving you?" He set down the plate on the counter.

"Well," Katrina sighed, "I never really stopped being afraid that your feelings weren't real I guess… I just couldn't tell, with our connection cut off. I let my doubts get the better of me. Not to mention… maybe I'm just not as interesting anymore, now that I'm just… just human again. I'm not powerful, or useful, or fascinating, or unique anymore. I'm just a tiny, unextraordinary, and plain girl. I'm nothing special…" Katrina could feel the weight of becoming human again starting to crush her. What was she now? Where could she even go from here? There was nothing that could hold the tears back. She put her head down into her hands as sobs wracked her body. Her sudden change in emotion surprised even her.

Sam wrapped his arms around her gently, resting between her knees and laying his head on top of hers. He held her until the crying subsided into sniffles. Then, he surprised her by chuckling. She stiffened as the deep sound reverberated through her and he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"You're an idiot."

Katrina started to pull away, but Sam didn't let go.

"Everything that I love about you, is totally and completely, one-hundred percent you. Not your powers, or your superhuman strength, or your wings, though I did like the wings, but your personality, your kindness, your fire. You didn't gain those through supernatural means. Those are just you." He paused, swallowing, "If anything, I was worried you wouldn't be interested in me anymore."

This time Katrina successfully pulled out of his arms, staring at him in disbelief.

"Seriously? Why?"

"Well," Sam shrugged, "It's my fault that you lost your powers. I was afraid you'd resent me for it. And then there's the average lifespan of my girlfriends. I figured you may have wised up. My life isn't really something most people would want to be a part of. Or maybe now that you and Cas are both human… He was your first choice afterall."

Katrina was shaking her head, "And you call me an idiot. As if I'd ever choose something like my wings over you. Or Cas. Our relationship was toxic. And in case you didn't realize, now that I'm human again, you're totally out of my league. You definitely bring more to the table than I do. "

Sam smiled, reaching up and cupping her face, wiping the tears off of her face with his thumbs. "There's no leagues Kat. There's no list of ups and downs to us that can help determine which of us is 'better' or 'too good' for the other. 'Leagues' suggest that this is a game with other players. It's just you and me. Just two souls that fit together perfectly."

Katrina smiled back at him, "I love you."

"I love you too," Sam murmured, closing the gap between them.

Katrina was afraid for a moment that no kiss would ever be able to amount to the one they had shared when their souls were linked. But instead of being underwhelmed by the lack of mental input, she found herself being swept over by the physical sensations. Now she could really feel Sam's lips against hers, his strong arms around her, the way his enormous figure enveloped her, and the real, physical warmth emanating from his body. And she could finally focus on her own emotions. Her heart swelled as she could finally just feel how much she loved him. It was purely her. No feedback, no outside sources. Just her. Her hands slid up to his chest, clenching onto his shirt. A happy growl rose from the back of Sam's throat.

A growl came from Katrina as well, but more in the stomach area.

Sam pulled away, chuckling, "Breakfast time."

"Yes please," Katrina hummed, grinning. She bit into her toast with vigour.

"You know Kitty Kat, cinnamon toast always tastes better when someone else makes it for you."

"Really? Is that why we always make it for each other, Daddy?"

"Yep. It's because the cinnamon soaks up the love I feel for you and makes the flavor better."

"That means the toast I make for you must be the best in the world because I love you so much!"

"It definitely is Kitten. The very best."

"How's it taste?"

"Like love."

Dean gritted his teeth as he fired round after round at the targets in front of him. The dummy had become a tattered remnant that somewhat resembled a human shape.

He should be happy.

When Sam and Katrina had emerged from the kitchen, and he could practically taste the change in the air between them, he should have been happy for Sam.

Sammy never got lucky.

Hell, that was his job right? It had always been about Sammy.

Keep Sammy safe, make Sammy happy, try to give him a better life. He had been rooting for them this entire time!

Now his little brother had all those things, and all he felt was… bitter.

Just like him.

He was selfish and worthless and of course he couldn't just be happy for him. Not with a void stretching out between him and Cas that he couldn't summon up the courage to cross. And of course his fear had made him lash out. He didn't have to worry about loving Castiel if he was angry at him, and with Castiel angry at him right back.

This sucked.

He was still stuck in his old ways, except the denial of it had completely washed away. He was now completely aware of the stupid asshole he was being.

And now he had screwed it up by trying to get back at Castiel for some stupid little thing by flirting with Kat. It almost came too easily.

Disgusting.

The gun in his hand clicked emptily as he pulled the trigger. He opened it up, reaching down into the box next to him.

"Damn."

Empty.

It was probably for the best. He shouldn't waste so many of their bullets. He set the gun down with a sigh before taking off his nose-cancelling headphones.

What would Kat tell him to do?

"Suck it up and talk to him asshole. Can't you see how much he really loves you back?"

Something like that, probably.

He didn't like that advice.

Then again, he didn't like most of her advice when he first heard it. But she was usually right. He groaned, heading for the door and shutting the lights off.

When Dean walked into the library, he found the other three sitting around the table. Their conversation abruptly died as he entered, making his eyes narrow in suspicion. He didn't have time to voice his irritation, however, due to the sudden arrival of an angel.

"Hello," Shoftiel said as they all jumped in surprise.

Castiel stood, "Hello sister."

"I heard your prayers," Shoftiel said, her tone purely business, "I am sure you will be pleased to hear that Metatron is currently in confinement, awaiting trial. It is practically already decided that he will be put to death. And if he is not, he won't survive for long. I have already taken my… compensation for what he did to me. It is unlikely that he has the strength to do much of anything at the moment, let alone defend himself against the wrath of many angels."

"Serves him right," Katrina huffed.

"Thank you for keeping us informed," Castiel said.

"It is the least I can do. Thank you for releasing me."

"I was only doing what any decent being would have done," Castiel said humbly.

"Still, I am grateful. I will definitely vouch for you when I speak with the others. Hopefully they will leave you alone."

"I greatly appreciate it," Castiel smiled.

Shoftiel nodded, smiling slightly before disappearing.

"All angels man..." Dean grumbled, "Don't know how to say a proper goodbye…"

"I guess it's a good thing we decided not to kill her," Katrina said light-heartedly.

"You were gunna kill her?" Sam asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"She was killing you," Katrina muttered, looking away.

"Right," A crooked grin spread over Sam's face, "Of course."

Katrina refused to look at him, her face set. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but be embarrassed. She didn't want to let anyone see how hopelessly in love she was.

"Hey, I gotta go get some stuff from the car," Dean said, "Can you help me out Kat?"

"Yeah, sure," Katrina stood.

"I can help too," Castiel said, starting to rise as well.

"Nah," Dean said brusquely, "Two people should be good."

Castiel sat back down, crestfallen. Katrina scowled, irritated, and followed Dean into the garage. She took the bags that Dean handed to her, avoiding his eyes.

"Kat." He finally said, giving up on trying to get her attention with a look.

"What?" Katrina said shortly, looking at him.

"I…" he said weakly, "Help. Please?"

Katrina groaned, frustrated, "What? What do you want me to say? I can't help you beyond this point! Just fucking talk to him! It's not rocket science! I'm not gunna write you a script!"

"I know! I know. I just… I don't know how to have this conversation! I'm not good at talking about how I feel. And I'm scared. I'm scared of what I feel. Hell. The last person I told I loved was my mom! You know where she ended up! I just can't say those words, even though it's there. I'm not strong enough for that… The people that I care about, they get hurt! It's a curse! And I can't ruin Cas like that, I just can't. God knows I've already ruined him enough. Cas is the one thing in my life that has always come back. I don't want to upset whatever balance that's in the universe that keeps making it give him back to me. I'm just scared…" His voice broke as he put his face in his hands. Katrina dropped the bag she was holding and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Dean dropped his hands to her arms and rested his head on her shoulder, his breathing uneven.

"Shhh… shhh… it's okay," Katrina murmured soothingly, "Keep in mind, this is Cas. He knows you. He knows about your fears, your commitment issues. If you're not ready to say it, I'm sure he'll understand. Just tell him what you told me… except maybe without so much negativity." She stroked his back, "And Dean, whether or not you say it doesn't change whether or not you feel it. Trust me, I know. So, if there's some curse that you're afraid will fall on him if you love him, he's probably already got it by now. And don't you think he knows what he's getting into? He's already gone through it all. He rebelled for you, he fell for you, he died for you, for what? What did he go through all that for? What would he get out of it, except you? I think he's long ago established how much you're worth it for him. You just gotta stop pushing him away."

Dean nodded, "You're right…" he muttered.

"That's generally how this goes yeah," Katrina chuckled, "Now," she said firmly, straightening Dean back up and pushing him towards the door, "I'll take care of the bags. You go get 'em tiger." She added a light smack on his ass for good measure. Dean couldn't help but smile, amused, as he left the garage.

Trying to ride the temporary confidence boost while he still had it, Dean walked purposefully through the library towards Castiel. He grabbed Castiel's hand and pulled him up from his seat.

"Dean what-" Castiel started.

"Come on," Dean grunted, pulling him out of the room.

Sam watched silently from his own chair, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips.

Dean stopped a little ways down the hallway, far enough so that he thought they wouldn't be overheard. Not wanting to run out of his newfound courage, he started off without any hesitation,

"Okay now look," he said, letting go of Castiel's hand and turning to face him, "There are some things we need to talk about, which I'm sure you know. However, I think it'd be best if you just let me talk for a second, and then you can say your bit when I'm finished, okay?" he paused for a fraction of a second, not even waiting for a response, "Okay. So, lately, I haven't really been up front about us. I mean, myself. I mean," he sighed, gritting his teeth, "my feelings. About you, that is. Naturally, my fear of getting close to people along with my serious masculinity complex and identity conflicts about my sexuality has had me pushing this all down for quite a while now." Dean was surprised that something that eloquent had just come out of his mouth, given his current mind-frame. He didn't even know where these words were coming from; they were just pouring out. "But the truth is, even though you're my best friend, I've always thought of you as more… You've been so much more to me than that for years now. I feel... I want things from you that people don't usually want from their best friends, and honestly it had my head spinning in circles quite a bit. It still kinda does, but I've been talking to Kat lately, and she's really been helping me out with my whole identity crisis thing. She helped me come to terms with the fact that I… What I'm saying is... " There it was, the choke. He had known it would come. He had done so well up until this point, too. "Damnit…" he grumbled, "You know I… God. It's just- I- Shit. I don't know what I expected… I mean… I can't even say it to my own brother," Dean could feel the back of his eyes burning as he ran his hands over his face.

"Dean" Castiel said, "Dean it's okay. If you want… I could speak now?" There was something shining in Castiel's eyes that sparked a glimmer of hope in Dean. He nodded.

"As a human…" Castiel started thoughtfully, "I've learned a lot about love. Love in general, and my own love. As an angel, there were many things I knew-facts. But, I never quite understood them. I never got what it meant. I had always known that I loved you, Dean Winchester," he continued over Dean's small intake of breath, "But I didn't understand it outside of a vague concept. It was a loyalty… a warmth I didn't quite understand. It was an attachment… an imprint, if you will. Just as a duckling doesn't know why it feels the need to follow around the first being that it sees, I was clueless. It didn't bring me any joy or pleasure, it was simply a need. I had no choice but to stay by your side. I think it was my confusion and curiosity at our bond that made me even more eager to follow you. It was a discovery.

But now, I feel it." Castiel closed his eyes, smiling, "I can feel the fluttering, the tearing, the shuddering in my chest that you conjure. When I was an angel, emotions were things I had, but now they are things I feel, experience. If anything, the emotions have me. It wasn't until I could really feel these things that I could tell that the feelings I held for you were different than the affections I held for your brother, not just varying levels of the same emotion. Honestly, it's so… limiting to attempt to communicate this with such a small variety of words. As a man who was once a being as vast as a galaxy in mind, it is nearly infuriating to boil it all down to one four letter word that people use to describe their appreciation for chocolate. I wish I could communicate the extent of how much you mean to me. My mind may have been vast before, but it is so tiny in comparison to what humans have that the coding in angels could never contain- the capacity to love. And I love you so much Dean. More than these simple words can express. I love you, and I love that I can love you." He sighed, opening his eyes to see Dean's jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his face, and his eyes misty.

"And, the fact that you have trouble with the word means nothing to me. I don't need such a simple syllable to understand how you feel. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your embrace, hear it in the other things you say. Those are far more important to me that an empty word. The word love, for you, has bad connotations, and I don't want that to be what we have. I want you to have your own emotion, one that you can separate from your past. A new kind of love that is only us. I have always loved you, and I will continue to love you for as long as my soul goes on. I can only hope that you will feel the same way. I know I don't deserve it after-"

Dean cut him off, grabbing his shoulders and crushing his lips against his. Castiel stiffened in surprise for a moment before responding, his hands creeping up to Dean's chest. The kiss was rough and heated, their stubble brushing, with an air of "finally." Castiel felt his back gently bump into a door behind him.

Dean broke away, panting. "Don't," he said gruffly, "For once. Just this once. Let's have a conversation about ourselves, about what we want, without any self-deprecation, without acting like we don't deserve to be happy. We deserve to be happy…" Castiel nodded, and Dean brought his face down to meet his lips again. His hands traveled down to Castiel's waist. The kiss was softer now- sweet.

God, Kat was right. He couldn't believe he had ever even considered holding himself back from this. It was a completely alien feeling, the roughness of a mans face against his. But it was Cas, so it felt just right. It was perfect. He could feel a heat growing in him as he deepened the kiss. Castiel's fingers crawled up into the nape of Dean's neck, winding into the little tufts of his hair. Their bodies pressed together, pushing Castiel into the door even more.

Dean hummed happily, nipping at Castiel's lower lip. Castiel let out a gasp, pulling back,

"You shouldn't do that," he practically moaned, his voice low and graveled.

"Really now?" Dean grinned. Even though he knew Castiel wasn't a virgin anymore, he still thought of him as the Cas he had always known- innocent and oblivious to all things sexual. So, the idea of Castiel having a kink turned him on much more than it should have. He rubbed his nose along his jawline, savoring the scratchiness against his skin. He knew that past him would have cringed in disgust at the idea, but right now Dean decided that he loved that feeling. He started biting lightly at Castiel's jawline, moving down to his neck. He began to nip and suck at his pulse point, drawing out a moan from the shorter man. His mind wandered down to that collarbone that he had always fantasized about tasting, but unfortunately it was covered up by his shirt.

Too many clothes… Dean thought, but he wasn't sure if he should push it any further. Then he felt something hard pressed against his thigh.

"Dean…" Castiel whined, pushing back against him. Dean could feel his own body starting to respond and his rationality going out the window.

"Bedroom?" Dean panted.

Castiel nodded frantically. Dean opened the door behind him, causing Castiel to stumble backwards. The only thing that kept him up was Dean's grip around his waist, hanging on as if his life depended on it. Castiel began hiking up Dean's shirt as he kicked the door closed behind them.

Katrina sat the bags down on the table. "Where are Dean and Castiel?"

"I think they went off to talk. Finally," Sam replied, "Dean just dragged him off."

"Good," Katrina smiled, walking to Sam's side. Sam closed his laptop and turned to face her. Even while he was sitting, he was almost at eye level with Katrina.

"It's weird to be looking down at you," Katrina joked, leaning in to peck him on the lips. Sam grinned, pulling her down so that she was on his lap, her legs around his waist. Katrina held her chest away from his so that she would't rub the raw, burned skin.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Sam said, rubbing his nose against hers.

"Hm…. I don't think so… Me?" Katrina smirked.

"Only you…" Sam murmured, sliding his hands down to where her shirt was riding up in the back and running his fingers along the skin on her lower back.

"Lucky me," Katrina pressed her lips against his, winding her fingers into his hair.

"It's crazy," Sam said in between kisses, "I can't believe that a few months ago I didn't even know you existed. But now…" He faded off, his hands sliding down.

Katrina chuckled, "To think, I've known about your existence for over three years and for most of it, I didn't even like you."

"Well I, for one, have been utterly fascinated by you since you walked into this bunker."

"I know… for a while I was afraid you were gunna tie me up and dissect me."

Sam grinned, "Well I don't know about the dissection part, but like I said before, I've definitely had some experiments in mind," he pulled her forward so that her lower half was pressed more firmly against him, making her heart stutter erratically, "They may or may not involve tying you up." He squeezed her ass, capturing her lips in his again.

Katrina groaned into his mouth, breaking away and panting, "Bedroom. Now."

Sam didn't need to be told twice, standing up without hesitation, Katrina's legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her down the hallway and towards his bedroom as she began to nip and suck on his neck. He stopped at his door, before finally hesitating. Katrina paused as well.

There was noise coming from inside his bedroom.

Sam slowly opened the door, dreading what was behind it. What he found was Dean and Castiel with much less clothing than he had ever wanted to see them in, especially together.

"Seriously guys?" he said incredulously, "In my room?"

He slammed the door before he could witness anything else.

Mortified, he was surprised to hear Katrina giggling.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Well, Dean may be okay with using my room, but I am definitely not going into his. I think there's a spare down the hall."

"Well then, let's get a move on," Katrina said.

"I swear, I'm going to make him buy me a new mattress, and blanket set."

Katrina yawned as she padded, barefoot, through the hallway towards the bathroom. She shivered, wearing only Sam's flannel and some underwear, hurrying so that she could get back underneath the warm covers. As she reached the bathroom door, it creaked open and revealed a similarly clothed and disheveled Dean.

They both stared at each other for a moment, their faces blank.

Then, they high-fived, and went on their way without a word.

Both looked equally smug.

The End.

Hey everybody! So that's it! I wanna thank everyone one more time for your follows and your favorites and especially your reviews. They all mean so much to me! I may do a bit of an epilogue after this, but I'm not quite sure yet! If you have any little ideas for oneshots for the characters with questions you want answered (example: How do Charlie and Kevin take all of the changes that have occurred when they get back? What happens to Crowley? What are the little cute quirks in Kat and Sam's relationship? Or Dean and Cas? Do they have any kids? Does Kat ever see her mother again? etc) go ahead and say so in the reviews.

Also, if you have any prompts/ideas for a fic that you would like me to write, go ahead and inbox me! I'm always looking for ideas!

For those of you who have also read/been following my Sherlock fic which I have carelessly left in a dark corner for over a year, I have good news! I'm picking it up again! Except now I'm actually a better writer and hopefully I can make up for all the crappiness I created in the beginning.

Thank you guys again! Your support and encouragement (as well as criticism) means the world to me! Hopefully you'll read some of my other works in the future.

Until then, Adieu!

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-Ari