Castiel knew he shouldn't be getting into this kind of trouble. It was supposed to be just one night, but this? It was too much for him.

His band would kill him if they knew he was hanging out with the enemy, with the drummer from the other band. He knew the kind of trouble he was getting into, but you were an addictive drug. A good fucking drug.

Castiel parked the motorcycle in the park, where you had asked him to take you.

"Why are we here?", Castiel said, removing his helmet and turning off the bike, helping you get off.