Series title: Eden

Author: littlepaperswan

Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Castiel

Timeline: between Heaven and Hell (4.10) and On the Head of a Pin (4.16) for Supernatural. AU after Deathly Hallows for HP. Harry is supposed to be 28.

Rating: T

Warnings: SLASH. Unbetaed. This is my first slash fic, I hope I got it all right. English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there is any mistakes ;)

Word count: roughly 800 (drabble)

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys sadly (but I'm working on it).

A/N: I fell in love with this pairing and I couldn't not write this drabble, after all I had this plot bunny in my head for days so I decided to indulge my muse. I've been inspired a lot by Perdition Cannot Have You by KounetsuDeb and Righteous Fallen by scarletsptember.

EDEN

No place like home

A sigh. Green eyes stared at the night sky. A wisp of smoke escaped soft pink lips.

He let his thoughts wandered to happier times filled with magic, castles and laughters. Those were swiftly replaced by pain, blood and grief though. Sometimes, he wondered if it was all worth it. Then he recalled the smile of a small girl upon seeing her mother alive, family reunited, relieved faces of loved ones. It was worth it. All of it.

She had been right when she said he had a 'saving people thing'. She just didn't know the extent of it. Never knew it.

"Why don't you tell them?"

He didn't need to turn to know his brother was there beside him. Brother. What a strange word for someone a millennia older than him. Somehow the word didn't feel right.

"You know damn well why I don't Castiel."

To them, he was simply a hunter who happened to have met them on a job. A person they now considered a close friend perhaps. But just a hunter nonetheless. He would like to keep it that way.

Understanding crossed the other's face.

"You fear their rejection. You fear they will treat you just like your human relatives. A freak."

The black figure winced slightly at the word but didn't let it show.

"I thought after Anna, they would surely understand..."

"That's just not it Cas. I don't remember half of my life, my immortal one that is. Some bits perhaps but not all. I can't tell them, all it would do is endangering them unecessarily."

I've lost too many loved ones for that.

Images of his dead friends haunted him a second before he squashed them harshly in the back of his mind.

The man-no angel tilted his head to the side, unaware of his inner turmoil.

"Uriel doesn't know." It was a statement.

There were times he missed home. Not Hogwarts. His other home. Before it all started.

But he remembered people such as Uriel. Prejudiced and barely restraining their hate. He thought he made the right choice all those years ago.

"No, you can't tell him. He would never understand why I did what I had to, what I'm still doing. Hell you're not supposed to know either."

"Not even a glamour could hide your true nature from me, Raziel."

He shivered as his true name fell on the angel's lips. Suddenly self-conscious, he turned away from the other's burning stare. He carelessly threw his cigarette and stood up from his spot by the lake.

His breath caught when the angel's face stood merely inches from his. Green clashed with blue. Unreadable emotions displayed. As he attempted to calm down his wildly beating heart, his eyes lowered to his lips. Eyelashes fluttered. It was only a fleeting moment. An eternity for him before he took a step back, leaving a mess of confusion and desire in his wake.

Blue orbs drew a line of fire on him, brow furrowed in realization.

"You sacrificed your grace to save humanity. You should not have let yourself fall. It was reckless."

"It was worth it," he retorted, repeating the very same thought he had a few minutes ago.

He casually leaned against a tree nearby.

"Were all the pain and your loved ones' deaths you had to suffer through that war worth it?" asked Castiel without emotion. "Look at yourself, you are twisted and broken. Just an empty shell of what you have been. You used to shine with happiness. You've changed Raziel..."

"So what if I have?" snapped the fallen angel, green eyes flashing with anger.

Hurt by the other's harsh words, he buried those feelings deep inside his psyche, unwilling to let the angel touches him that way. A hand on his cheek snapped him from those thoughts. He raised his eyes defiantly. The angel's cold expression softened, eyes reaching the depth of his soul.

"You could have died," he whispered so low he would have missed it had he not been so close.

Feather-light fingertips traced the outlines of his nose, eyes and eyebrows before lingering on his lips. Harry stood frozen against the tree, unable to tear his eyes away from the other's, unable to do anything but stare, suddenly mesmerized by his actions.

Blue eyes sought him with interrogation but before the fallen angel could read his emotions, sweet lips replaced feathery fingers. Harry held back a gasp, his own lips parted and he responded with the same fervor. The kiss was neither lust-induced nor passionate. It was soft, bittersweet and filled with an unique scent.

Paradise.

It just felt like home to him.

A/N: I'm so going to hell for this. Review please! I'd love to know your thoughts about it.