But You Don't Have A Heart

Recap: He looked at her, then crossed her path over to one of the beds. "I do not feel body heat, nor should I," He sat down and looked up at her. "But I'd like too."
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Melinda watched Castiel with intense intriuge as he lamented about his desire to be human. She couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, an idea rose over her, infecting her head with things she shouldn't try. She moved over to him, taking a seat next to him, leaning in fairly close. Melinda studied his scruff, his complexion, his eyelashes, his eyes and realized on what she's been missing out on.

She licked her lips and began to speak. "Cas..." Melinda paused. "May I call you Cas?" That was usually a Dean word. Castiel just turned his head and glanced at her, scowling. He didn't answer, just nodded his head gently. Melinda sought confidence in his nod, and took his gesture as a 'yes'. Suddenly, Melinda raised her hand to his face, cupping his chin in her palm.

Melinda studied every inch of his face, then dove into the blue of his eyes. "Can you feel this?" She caressed his face lightly. Castiel just looked straight at her, then, to Melinda's surprise, looked away from her. He closed his eyes and nuzzled closer to her hand. Castiel looked focused, concentrated even. He opened his eyes again and looked dismayed. "I feel nothing." Castiel's voice was cracked and quiet, almost as if he was... sad?

Melinda twisted her lips, forgetting for a second how close she finally was to him. Forgetting that she was finally alone with him. Melinda couldn't help but feel his pain... if it was pain. Because he couldn't feel her touch, Melinda began to question if he could feel anything at all. She slowly began to drop her hand, and it fell into her lap.

Castiel looked down at her hands, then into her eyes. Suddenly, he moved his hands over top of hers, then began squeazing his fingers. Gently at first, then tightend his grip, still looking into Melinda's eyes. As he looked at her, still squeazing her hands, his face was laced with frustration. Frustated he couldn't feel her at all. He eased up his grip, then retrieved his hands, folding them in his own lap. He looked away from her, keeping his eyes to the floor. His head dropped, hanging loosely on his shoulders.

Melinda watched him, feel sympathy for him. Melinda felt herself look to the ground as well. "Okay then." She spoke softly. She felt the bed shift, as if weight had been lifted off. Castiel stood up, turning his back to her. He moved his head so Melinda could see the side of his face. "I think I should go." He said monotonously.

Melinda stood up eagarley after he spoke. She didn't want him to leave. Castiel looked to the ceiling. "I shouldn't be doing this. They are always watching." Melinda paused, then began to walk around him, so she was facing him. She looked up at him with saddend eyes. "Who's watching?" She questioned. Castiel looked down at her. He ignored her question. They shared a moment one more time before he gently pushed passed her, walking foreward and leaving her behind. Melinda didn't want him to leave, and she paused before she caught up to him, before he had a chance to vanish.

She whipped herself around quickly. "Castiel, wait!" She lunged at him. Castiel stopped walking. He didn't turn around right away, but Melinda could tell he was listening. Not knowing what to say, Melinda blurted out the first thing that came to her head.
"I can teach you, how to feel..." Melinda trailed off. Castiel waited a moment before he turned around to face her. He studied her carefully, trying to decipher what she had said. He waited until she finished herself. Melinda bit her lip, realizing it was too late to take back what she said. Confused on what to do, Melinda pressed on.

"I can teach you how to feel. It shouldn't be hard, you seem like a capable guy." Melinda smiled weakly. Castiel just gazed at her, hard-eyed and uninviting. He seemed to be deep in thought--weather to accept her proposal or not. Castiel looked away for a moment, then moved back to her hopeful and sparkling eyes. "Meet me at the old bridge tonight," he began has he turned away, "and we'll see how capable I am."

Melinda smiled widely, and silently squealed like a little girl. She turned her back to him and embraced the moment, breathing deeply. Melinda went to turn around, but as she did, Castiel had vanished; he was gone. Melinda continued to embrace the ecstatic joy she had felt, but then something occured to her; where was the old bridge?