CHAPTER ELEVEN

Isabelle POV

I kissed him. I finally kissed Cass. When the door had shut behind him, I brought a hand up to my lips, ghosting my fingers over them as they tingled with the after effect of having Cass's mouth against mine. His chapped lips had been slightly rough against my soft ones. I swallowed hard as I made my way back to my bed and got under the covers. However, I remained sitting up with the light on, just staring at the closed door.

When Cass had come in and told me that my father had told him that I liked him, I was slightly embarrassed. When he continued to mention he reciprocated my feelings, I couldn't help but be shocked. I had told him to close the door because I didn't want my dad or Uncle Sammy walking by and interrupting us. I had fully intended to continue talking with him, but the second I moved closer to him when the door was closed, my mind had gone blank. He also remained silent as the gap between us had been reduced to nothing.

My fingers ghosted over my lips once more, before I shook my head, reaching over to shut off the light and fell back onto my pillow. Closing my eyes, I allowed sleep to overtake me, my dreams filled with images of my blue eyed angel.

XxX

My father and uncle were sitting at the table in the kitchen when I walked in the next morning. They both had cups of coffee and my father was working on a plate of bacon.

"Morning," Sam greeted me.

"Morning," I responded sleepily, grabbing a mug and pouring my own cup of the scalding drink.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Fine."

"You wouldn't have happened to have dreams about a certain blue eyed angel, did you?" my father's voice was teasing.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I took a seat across from him beside my uncle and quickly took a sip from my mug to avoid answering the question. He chuckled slightly, drinking from his own cup, green eyes twinkling.

"Dean, don't tease her," Sam chastised him.

"What? I just figured since Cass seemed so flustered last night after going to talk to her, something might have happened which could have led to dreams containing said angel."

I knew my cheeks were getting steadily darker as my father talked and ducked my head to avoid both men's gazes. I heard my father laugh again and could picture Uncle Sam rolling his eyes at Dean's antics.

"You're impossible," Sam muttered.

"Hey, Cass," my father said.

My head shot up and looked around to the doorway where Cass was standing. We locked eyes and I saw a slight blush color his cheeks. He looked away and my gaze dropped to the mug in my hands.

"Good morning, Dean."

"How was your night?"

"Fine."

"Anything exciting happen?"

"Dean, would you leave them alone?" Sam's annoyed tone interjected.

"It's a harmless question, Sammy."

"You're teasing. You need to stop."

"Ugh. Fine," my father grumbled.

"I'm going to go change," I muttered, slipping out past Cass, coffee still in hand.