Castiel drove his brothers and himself to a motel. It was just some crappy little place that was cheap enough for Castiel to afford, the man at the desk said that Castiel had to be a legal adult. He tried to lie, he was seventeen so he assumed he could pass as eighteen, but the man didn't buy it.
"I'm going to need to see some ID." The man deadpanned. Castiel sighed and unzipped his backpack. He didn't even have any ID on him. Castiel found a twenty dollar bill and slid it to the man, he only looked down at the money and gazed back at Castiel, emotionless.
"I think I'm eighteen." Castiel smiled. The man laughed and took the money.
"This buys one night of my kindness. You still have to to pay for the room. If you stay longer every night is another twenty." Castiel nodded, he knew he'd have to pull money from Michael's bank account. He had a credit card because Michael didn't like the idea of Castiel having to ask every time he need money. Castiel supposed it was Michael's mistake.
"If anyone asks about me or my brothers, or anyone that looks like us, can you pretend we were never here." The man smiled but stuck out his hand. Castiel shook his head. "Really? The twenty couldn't cover it?" He sounded off-hinge, and he was. He was running away and paying off some sleazy motel manager because he didn't want his drunkard of a brother finding him. The man didn't remove his hand. "Jesus, okay." Castiel went into his backpack again and pulled out the rest of his cash- it was only ten dollars. The man looked down at the crumpled bill and squinted his eyes at Castiel.
"Do you believe your privacy is only worth ten dollars?" The man was by far the most manipulating person Castiel had ever met and he couldn't tell if he liked it or not.
"Listen, that's all I got on me." The mans face faltered, but only for a moment. "I'll get more, I just need the room."
"Fine, an extra ten every night for my silence, but if you only stay for this night, then it'll be bumped up to twenty, which means another ten on the final payment. Do you understand?" He was stern, Castiel found himself picturing this guy as a secret mobster in his free time or past.
"Yeah, deal." Castiel agreed. He sighed and stuck his hand out for the keys. The man smiled and turned around, he grabbed the keys off a rack, then dropped them in Castiel's palm.
"Thank you for your business, sir." Castiel rolled his eyes and went outside to get his brothers.
Gabriel and Balthazar were talking to each other about something Castiel couldn't hear. Gabriel had a bit of a blush on his cheeks and Balthazar was saying something with a smile. Castiel walked up and knocked on the hood. The boys stepped out of the car and looked at him questionably.
"What were you guys talking about in there?" Castiel asked.
"Nothing." Gabriel said quickly... a little too quickly. Castiel turned to Balthazar, he had a mischievous grin on his face.
"Gabe has a crush." Balthazar responded. Gabriel slapped Balthazar, but didn't respond. Castiel laughed.
"Oh yeah? Is that why you were all happy after practice?" Gabriel looked at the floor and nodded his head.
"Some of the guys said she was asking about me."
"What's her name?"
"Kali." Gabe answered. Castiel squinted in confusion at the name. "She's foreign." He added. Castiel smiled.
"Okay, well good for you, Gabe." He holds up the room keys. "You want to go inside?" The boys nodded and followed him to the room. Gabriel and Balthazar kept talking about Kali. Apparently Balthazar had seen her around and he confirmed that she was, as he put it, "hot". That's when Gabriel started talking about how she was also in advanced math and played soccer for his club, but didn't practice on the same days.
The boys entered the room and each of the younger brothers laid down on separate twin beds and flipped on the television. Castiel sighed and laid the room keys on one of the night stands. He set down his backpack, but pulled out his wallet.
"I'm going to go pull some money from the bank, both of you need to stay here, okay?" Gabriel furrowed his brows and sat up some.
"Isn't that from Mike's account?" He piped up. Castiel shrugged.
"It's a joined account." Balthazar smiled and rolled his eyes. "I'll see you in about thirty minutes. Remember, stay here, don't go outside." Gabriel nodded, but before Castiel could turn and leave, he spoke up again.
"Wait, what about clothes? I'm in my practice clothes." Castiel turned around again.
"We'll go out tomorrow, just wait till then, please." Gabriel seemed disappointed, but Castiel could tell he was trying to hide it. Gabe nodded anyway and returned to watching the television.
Castiel left the building and returned to the car. He was wondering about the license plates and if a Michael would try to find the brothers through them. He was also thinking about Gabriel and Balthazar's reactions to everything that was happening. Castiel himself felt like he'd start screaming and crying all at once if it weren't for his pills. What the hell will happen when I run out? But his brothers were avoiding the problem, talking about girls, and watching TV. Balthazar was hit! He had a red mark across his cheek! Castiel kept coming to the conclusion that it was all his fault, that everything was. Michel told me that I was taking Balth and Gabe away, that's why he got so angry, that's why he hit Balthazar.
Castiel started driving to an ATM, he wanted to make sure it was far enough from the motel that if Michael searched for them, he would have to look pretty hard. The ATM was outside of a random drug store and it was fifteen minutes away from their motel, and it was closer to another (better and more expensive) motel that he had hoped would draw his brother's attention away from him. He took out one thousand dollars. He thought it would be enough for extra clothes and their motel expenses. Michael of course would have some trouble paying for rent and food for a few weeks, maybe months, but all in all he'd be fine... he'd be even better if he kicked his drinking habit. Castiel drove back to the motel after he stuffed the money into his coat pocket.
Gabriel and Balthazar were still in the same position when Castiel returned. On the way back Castiel picked up some groceries, it was cheap and probably not too good for any human digestive system, but it would work, and that was all Castiel was going for now.
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Tutoring (Destiel)
Fanfic"So, I know Mr. Shurley said this was for English," Dean spoke, making Castiel's stomach flutter. How could a voice do that? He thought. "But I was going to ask you to- uh-" he rummaged in his backpack and took out a crumbled piece of paper. "Do you...
