Moving On (Destiel)

24: Take CAER

"Look, who's there! Our pretty precious princess has decided to finally honor us again with his presence," Meg shouted mockingly from across the room where she sat with a couple of the other members of the CAER-club. 

Tessa, Andy. Amber, who hadn't been there either for a few weeks, but hadn't been embarrassed by such a greeting afterwards. And Arthur... safe to say he wasn't there and probably wouldn't come back either.

"Yeah, whatever," Cas mumbled and made his way through the basement of Bela Talbot's house. She was one of Tessa's best friend and let them meet up in the basement of her parents' mansion, wasn't interested in joining the righteous, environment-revolved club herself, though.

 According to Tessa she had a very bad relationship to her rich parents and talked as if she wanted them dead to inherit their property, but luckily they were barely home, so she already had all the freedom anyway. 

Not that they would have forbidden the weekly assembly of the small group of nerdy teenagers in their basement, if they were friends of their daughters, at least. Well, one of them.

And the others just didn't mind to spend some time in such a luxury village.

"Meg, you wanna try a sentence with more 'p's in it?", Tessa asked, referring to Meg's "pretty precious princess."

"Okay, I'll shout out," Meg said, taking a deep breath and pretending to prepare for some huge stage performance. "Pro pampered perfect pretty precious princess, preparing to paint pale pictures whilst pretending to pacify palsy pain, pace paths through the paper park to pin a sign because those pure people plan payment to projects pro person in each part of population, even the police, purposeless but powerfully pressing purposes."

They looked at her in awe for a moment, watching her satisfied grin.

"Preach," Cas deadpanned, and that's when they started laughing.

"Half of what you said didn't make any sense, but okay," Amber stated, barely holding it together.

"You understood half of it? Bro, I lost it after perfect," Andy said only to burst out into more giggles afterwards.

They were such children, but unlike most toddlers, they had no mature adult watching over them.

... Cas barely felt as comfortable as with these kids. They were home.

"It was basically just a line up of words that start with 'p'," Tessa summarized, "And some in between weren't even."

"The sentence wouldn't work if it wasn't for some small words like 'to' or 'and'. The grammar might be messed up, but you can't just ignore the glue words that keep the structure together," Cas enlightened her and earned an eye-roll from the dark-haired girl.

Meg shrugged. "Does it matter? Still won the contest."

"What contest?", Andy wanted to know, slowly clearing up.

"The one Tessa made with me."

"Okay, wait a second. Wait. Hold on, everybody." Tessa was suddenly serious again, being the one not to give into jokes easily and usually directing the whole meeting in order for them to get somewhere with their discussions. 

"I am supposed to have done what now?"

Meg looked her directly in the eyes. "You have short brain memory or what? I won the bet, now better pay me."

Tessa stared at her with wide eyes. "But- I-"

"Pay up, you SINNER."

The rest of them burst out laughing again at Tessa's frightened expression that slowly turned into a frown. "Haha, hilarious. You guys are such children."