Oh Cas. It's impossible for her not to have feelings for him when he looks at things through that lens. Faith is something that he and Lucy could talk about. Angels probably have a different idea of faith than humans do. Whatever it is, Lucy thinks that Castiel is exactly the sort of angel that all angels should be. Maybe he's not the most pious, but piety is hardly important when he cares the way that he does (and he can blame the Winchesters for his loss of piety). He says tomorrow morning and she leans in, her hand going to the back of his head to press a kiss to his cheek. "Okay," she nods then grabs a kitchen towel from the counter next to her to wipe the sauce off his cheek that she got on him when she kissed his cheek.

There so many things to eat that taste better than toothpaste, like mint-chocolate-chip ice cream. She's glad she can enlighten him and teach him a little. It makes her happy and makes her feel like she's contributing something to his life.

Well, she didn't phrase it particularly clearly. He did say it clearly, but she's verifying. After all, he spends most of the month as a divine creature that she once only read about in the bible and a few days as a regular guy. Sometimes a girl needs to hear it more than once. She considers his words, lips pursing and twisting to the side as she thinks. "Okay." She pauses, mulling those words over. "Okay. So we're just going to have sex with each other in the future?"