Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

Castiel stood up and said, “Do you have a headache from all of those?”

I thought about it.

“No,” I admitted. “At least I don’t think the headache was from those. I had one before—you know—but now it’s gone.”

“ONE!” Jubilee bellowed.

“Dear God,” Zee muttered as he threw open the door. “It’s unlocked!”

“Oh,” Jubilee said as she waltzed right in.

I looked at my smeared lipstick in the mirror, then over to Castiel that was wearing smeared lipstick as well, then slammed the door to the bathroom closed.

“I’m trying to use the facilities here!” I called out when the door started pounding again.

Castiel nudged me away from the sink with his hip, and then washed his hands. His face was the next thing to get cleaned.

“You do realize that they’ll probably know exactly what we were doing in here, right?” he asked.

I thought about that.

“It doesn’t necessarily bother me that they know,” I admitted. “Does it bother you?”

He shook his head. “No. Not really.”

“Not really?” I said. “But there is a part of you that’s bothered.”

He snatched three paper towels from the dispenser and said, “I don’t want them thinking that I took advantage of you in your vulnerable state.”

“Who is that in there with you?” Jubilee smacked the door again.

“You didn’t take advantage of me,” I informed him. “At least, I feel like you didn’t. I wanted everything that you gave me.”

His lips twitched. “Good. Because I wanted everything I gave you, too. And have for a while, if I’m being honest.”

“Is that Castiel?” Jubilee’s yell turned to a screech. “Is he in there with you? What the hell is going on? Open this door, Turner!”

“You don’t happen to have that lipstick in your pocket, do you?” he asked. “Otherwise you’re gonna have to wipe all of it off.”

I shook my head and patted where pockets would normally be. “Nope.”

He ran the backs of his fingers along my jaw, then leaned down and kissed me.

The door opened again, and this time Zee said, “You should really just check the door handle before you go to breaking and entering first.”

That was when Jubilee said, “Get away from my friend, you scoundrel!”

Castiel leaned back and said, “What did I tell you?”

I rolled my eyes. “She’s just protective.”

“She’s also right here, listening to every word that you say,” Jubilee snapped. “How could you keep this from me, Turner?”

I looked over at my best friend to reply, but it was Castiel who answered. “Because she loves you.”Chapter 12Mood this season: ho, ho, ho-ly shit I need a drink.

-Text from Castiel to Turner

Turner

“I’ve never been on this side of the table before,” I said to my best friend.

Jubilee, who’d taken time out of her honeymoon festivities to help me plan a funeral instead of sitting on a beach like she should be, shook her head.

“I wanted to do this in my office, and you insisted doing it here,” Jubilee said dryly.

I smiled, even though I didn’t feel like smiling, and said, “I just wanted to get the full customer experience.”

Jubilee sighed and looked up, her eyes going over my shoulder briefly as she said, “Castiel’s pretty close.”

I smiled a real smile then.

“He’s been a rock for me over the last couple of days,” I admitted.

And I didn’t know how I would’ve gotten through it all without him.

It’d been officially two days since the death of my mother.

And each of those days, when I’d slept, I’d woken up the moment that they’d pronounced her dead. Three thirty-three in the morning.

And each of those times, Castiel was there to make sure that I wasn’t alone.

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I’d stayed at his place, even when he wasn’t home.

He’d deposited me on his couch, gave me the password to his wi-fi, and had left. Then he’d called me once every couple of hours to check to see how I was doing.

Today was the first day that I’d gone out on my own since the entire thing had gone down.

“Your dad’s not going to come?” Jubilee asked.

I shook my head. “No. I asked him if he wanted any say in what was going on, but he decided that it would be better if he stayed home. The press has been hounding him pretty hard, and we don’t want them to know where the funeral is going to be.”

Castiel walked past the door once more, and Jubilee sighed.

“Just tell him to come in here and sit down,” she mumbled.

I smiled.

“He’s not a bad guy,” I informed her.

“I know,” she said. “I’m just pissed that he got to be there for you and I didn’t.”

That was true.

“I didn’t want to ruin your wedding, Juby,” I teased.

I’d started calling her Juby a couple of hours ago despite her desire to never be called that again. At first, it was an accident but seeing her reaction to it had encouraged me to continue doing it.