I slowly open my eyes and groan when I realise I have a hangover. That's the only downside of my spell, it makes it to where the alcohol can actually give me a hangover if I drink too much of it. I slowly stand up and ignore the extreme pounding in my head as I make my way over to the fridge, only to see that I'm out of blood. Bloody fantastic I think to myself as I hear Azura and Cas' voices coming from outside the door. I walk over to the door and open it, the urge to be near Cas again coming back stronger than ever.
"He lives," Azura says when she notices me.
"Barely, I feel like death," I tell her blankly. "I see you've met my sister," I say to Cas.
"Yeah, she's really nice. Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine, nothing I haven't dealt with before. And careful, she's the devil in disguise," I say, which causes Azura to throw a book at me.
I catch it before it can hit me and she says, "Don't listen to him, I'm the good twin; he's the evil one."
"That's debatable," I mumble, smirking and toss the book back at her. "What are you doing up here, anyway?"
"I wanted to get to know Cas and considering you were passed out in the room, I figured out here was the best place to do that."
"I can go if you want," he offers.
"You don't have to, mate," she tells him. "He's just in a shitty mood because he decided to drink too much this morning and now has to deal with the consequences. He'll get over it."
"Right," I say in fake amusement.
"You're hungover? I didn't even think it was possible to get alcohol in the school."
"You'd be surprised at what I can sneak into the school. And yes, extremely," I answer, sitting against the wall.
"I have some Advil back in my room if you want it. I heard it helps with hangovers," he offers again.
"Always the caretaker," I mumble under my breath. "It doesn't work on me, never has; I just ride them out."
"Why don't I go make you something to get rid of it quicker while you two get to know each other better, it will only take a few moments," Azura says, standing up.
She walks into the room before either of us can say anything and it goes silent, neither of us saying a word. He looks down and plays with the sleeve of his hoodie and I can't help but give him a fond look, every bone in my body telling me to move closer to him, but my instincts take over and I stay put.
"Why were you drunk this morning?" he asks quietly a few moments later, breaking the silence.
"As I said this morning, it's been a long couple of days," I reply easily, still looking at him.
He looks up and makes eye contact with me for a brief moment before quickly averting his eyes and asks, "Does the alcohol help with that?"
"Sometimes," I answer, smirking at his reaction. "It's the easiest way for me to ignore my problems, but not the most effective. I have quite the tolerance."
"How do you get it though? You're not old enough to buy it, not to mention, the nearest store is like 45 minutes away."
"I'm quite charming, Castiel, they easily give in. And as for acquiring it, I pay the delivery drivers to add it to the school's order."
"My uncle allows that?"
"No, however, for the right price, he won't say anything about it," I lie as his stomach growls. "You're hungry," I state, staring at the wall.
