12

"So this ritual of yours, when's it gotta go down?"
"Sunset," Castiel replied without looking at Dean.

He was being aggressive, which was understandable. It had taken a multitude of lies and denials to convince him that Castiel knew nothing of Bobby's recovery. Even now he seemed to feel betrayed by the very idea that Castiel did not know who had done it.

Dean paused for just a second before launching at him again. "Tell me something, you keep saying we're gonna trap this guy but isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane in a butterfly net?"
"No," the angel said, "it's harder."
Dean nodded. "Do we have any chance of surviving this?"

Castiel looked at him for the first time. "You do."

For the first time he had admitted that things might not go to plan. The great fear of death swept over him and left him cold - and he found that he wasn't afraid for himself so much as the people he would leave behind who needed him. He should have told Faye there was a strong likelihood that she would never see him again. He should have told her things that are only told before the brink of death. He wanted her here, now.

Dean interrupted his thoughts. "So odds are you're a dead man tomorrow."
"Yes."
"Well. Your last night on earth, what, er, what are your plans?"

For a second Castiel thought he might have been caught thinking about Faye. He had only just resolved to go and see her tonight.

"I just thought I'd just sit here quietly," he muttered as gravely as he could.
"Dude, c'mon, anything? Booze, women?"

On that word the angel couldn't help himself. He glanced up, and was afraid the guilt in his eyes would be glaringly obvious. He looked away again quickly, the feeling of Faye's lips, her small body clutched in his arms, all rushing back to him. Dean thankfully took it in quite another way.

"You have been with a woman before? Right, or an angel at least?"

Close. Very close. Castiel was rubbing the back of his neck, like so many humans before him had done in an awkward situation. It felt odd.

Dean leaned close. "You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud-seating?"
"I've never had occasion, okay," he stared straight ahead, hoping his friend would drop the subject.

There was another pause.

"Alright," Dean said, and circled the table to fetch his coat. "Let me tell you something, there are two things that I know for certain. One." He gave Castiel a deadpan look. "Bert and Ernie are gay. Two. You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch."

Castiel hoped that his furious glare looked something more like defensive angelic virginity. Perhaps I wasn't planning to, he thought, but now it's inevitable.

"Let's go."


"Don't make me push you," Dean growled as he held up the wad of cash.

Castiel took it with what he hoped was a determined look on his face. Perhaps he could use the cash to pay Chastity not to touch him.

"In here, baby," the unattractive blonde pushed aside a black curtain and led him into a small boudoir that was as pink as the corridor had been.

Who decorated this place, anyway? How was a man supposed to feel strong and in control in this fluffy, feminine environment? Not that it mattered to Castiel. What mattered at this present moment was the white-clad whore who was loosening his tie as she pushed him up against a wall.

"Are you nervous, baby? Don't be nervous. I'm gonna take care of you," she grinned in a way that made him want to vomit.

However, her words gave him an idea that was about to save him, albeit in an embarrassing way.

"It's a shame you don't have anybody to take care of you," he replied in a straight voice.
"What you talking about, baby?" she giggled as she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his neck.

Putting a hand on her shoulder, he looked at her directly in the eyes. "It isn't your fault that your father Jean ran off. He just hated his job at the post office."

Watching her expression change was possibly the most interesting and simultaneously relieving thing that had ever happened to him.


Hi guys, I'm really sorry but I'm doing this thing called JuNoWriMo which is writing 50,000 words of a novel in one month. So I definitely won't have time for more posts at the moment! Thank you for being such great readers :) xx