Dean = Deanne

Castiel = Cassandra

Samuel = Samantha

Deanne has always been in love with Cassandra, ever since the day she met her. Though she kept those feelings to herself, cause she knew that the beautiful angel would never love someone like her. Not even her own sister knows about her infatuation with the dark-haired woman. Her feelings frustrated her so much that Deanne is often snippy and grumpy towards Cassandra.

"Deanne, why are you always a bit of a b**ch towards Cassandra?" Sam asked her sister.

"I'm not. I'm just...annoyed sometimes." Deanne replied.

"Well, could you chill out a bit. I think your attitude is starting to hurt Cassandra's feelings." Sam said.

Deanne mentally cusses herself out, she never meant to hurt or upset Cassandra.

"Why do I have to be so spineless?" Deanne thought to herself.

After a very stressful hunt, Deanne was sitting in a motel room with her head in her hands, trying to calm herself down. Sam wasn't there, cause she was out getting dinner. Suddenly, she hears a familiar whooshing sound.

"Oh, so now you show up. Where the h*ll were you an hour ago when me and Sammy almost died! I called for you a hundred times, and you didn't come! Why, Cass, why!" Deanne shouted.

"I...I was confused." Cassandra replied.

"About what!?!" asked Deanne.

"Well, whenever I'm around, you act as if you dislike me and don't want me near. But, when I'm not around you call for me. Which is it, Deanne, do you want me or not?" Cassandra explained.

"Of course I want you, Cass, I want you so bad. I...I....UHHGG!!!" said Deanne flopping face first into the bed.

"Deanne?" Cassandra asked concerned.

The blonde woman groans into her pillow then turns on her side, facing away from then angel.

"Cass...I know I can be pretty mean sometimes, but I don't hate you...in fact, I'm so in love with you that I don't know what to do." Deanne admitted.

"Like...romantically?" Cassandra asked blushing.

"Y-yeah." Deanne answered.

"But... I understand that you don't love me back. I don't even like myself, how can I expect someone as perfect as you to like me." she added bringing her knees to her chest.

Cassandra frowns, she didn't like how self deprecating the woman she loved was being. She can't see why Deanne hates herself...she's strong, brave, and caring; how can someone like that dislike themselves, especially someone so enchantingly beautiful.

"How can I show her that I also am in love with her?" Cassandra asked herself in her head.

"Maybe...I could be...physically intimate with her?" thought Cassandra.

Making up her mind, Cassandra takes off her trench coat and lets it fall to the floor. Then she kicks off her heels and unbuttoned her blouse. As she makes her way to the bed, her blouse and skirt are tossed aside. She turned Deanne onto her back then climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.

"Uhhhmmmmm." Deanne said, her entire face turning red.

The huntress looks the woman on top of her up and down. She mainly focuses on the lacey, rose-pink colored bra and panties the angel was wearing. Cassandra cups Deanne's face then leans forward and kisses her. The kiss started off slow, then things got faster and more heated. Now Deanne is only in her mixed-matched underwear and bra. Just as she was about to unhook Cassandra's bra, Sam walks in on them.

"OH. MY. GOD!!" Sam gasped, immediately shielding her eyes.

Then the embarrassed angel vanishes, after grabbing her clothes first.

"D*MNIT, SAMANTHA!! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO F**KING KNOCK!!!" Deanne yelled at her sister enraged.

"Woah, you just called me Samantha, you must be really pissed." Sam said.

"Of course I'm pissed! You just scared off Cassandra and ruined the possibility of me ever having a chance at a relationship with her! For all I know she might never come back!!" Deanne replied rage crying.

"Deanne, I'm sorry." Sam said feeling guilty.

With a growl, Deanne hides under the covers and cries herself to sleep.