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‘ i killed two angels this week. my brothers. i'm hunted. i rebelled, and i did it, all of it, for you and you failed. you and your brother destroyed the world and i lost everything for nothing. so keep your opinions to yourself. ‘
perhaps those were the downsides of dealing with the angel. no regard for personal space. always close and checking in, if needed.
“rogue vampires, of course they’d run from me.”
he mused, since vampires weren’t much worry to an angel.
“i do wonder if they would —
face almost making pink blush creep up behind his freckles, his head quickly looking away.
〝 Just some rogue vamps, guess they recognized my face, didn't buy my getup. They ran off when they heard you. 〞
{ some truth to the rumours, perhaps .ᐣ though people always liked to assume the worst, spread nasty tales . . . }
what a shame. they seem so /fond/ of you. like a well—trained dog.
the word 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 almost caused him to wince. man, why was he so pathetic? however, castiel doesn’t kiss and tell.
“no, no not closer than usual. always the same.”
boy, you’re such a bad liar.
{ this is the angel causing so much ruckus and consternation .ᐣ eyes flick him down and up, assessing. }
but that's nothing new. unless you're /closer/ than normal, lately. how are they, your winchesters .ᐣ
scratching the back of his neck, gaze averted. poor little angel.
“uh — , “ he muttered, clearing his throat. usually, his responses would come out faster and more witty. “who knows? maybe since i am close to the winchesters?”
{ shifting to get comfortable, faux—casual. }
the higher ups. or lower downs, if you prefer. the real question is what you've been doing to attract hell's attention.
{ keeping a careful distance, though one corner of his mouth quirks upward at the sigh. }
i'm supposed to keep an eye on you. a suıcıde mission if i've ever heard one.