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* 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 *
The boys and Bobby dove headfirst into the search for Crowley, tracking down demons who were rounding up creatures like vampires and werewolves. I offered a helping hand, pointing out locations where the demons were most likely to be hiding.
I found myself back in my penthouse apartment in New York, a crystal glass in hand, filled with an expensive whiskey that burned just right. Before I left, I had told them to call me if they needed anything—I'd be there in an instant. Just moments before pouring myself a drink, I'd taken a long, hot shower, leaving the apartment filled with steam. Now, I wandered barefoot across the floor, wrapped in nothing but a towel.
I stopped in front of the fireplace, gazing into the dancing flames as their warmth kissed my damp skin, drying the lingering droplets of water that trailed down my body. Suddenly, the familiar sound of wings filled the room, announcing a presence I had come to recognize instantly. I reminded myself of the boys' warning—if he showed up, say nothing about what we were up to.
"If you keep showing up unannounced, I might start to think you want something more," I teased, my tone dripping with flirtation as I turned slowly to meet Cas's steady gaze.
His blue eyes locked onto mine, steady as ever, but there was something off in his demeanour—subtle, but enough to set my senses on edge. He wasn't just here to check-in. He was fishing for something.
I raised an eyebrow, letting the silence hang for a moment as I sipped my whiskey. "So, what brings you here this time, Cas? Just dropping by for the company, or have you figured out how Crowley tricked you?"
His expression didn't falter, but the slight tension in his jaw betrayed him. "I don't know how he tricked me."
"He's crafty," I echoed, my voice dripping with deliberate calm as I swirled the amber liquid in my glass. "But then again, aren't all demons?" The question lingered in the air, sharp and pointed, as my gaze locked onto his.
I let the silence stretch, watching him carefully. I knew what he was thinking—what he always thought when we were in this room. I hadn't forgotten the look in his eyes back then, the way he saw only the demon in me, the thing he believed couldn't be trusted, let alone redeemed.
"You're not like Crowley or any other demon," Cas said, his voice steady, but I couldn't decide whether to believe him or not. Was it the truth, or just another tactic to lower my guard? I couldn't tell, but I wasn't about to make that mistake again.
"If you were planning to sweet talk me, you could've just called," I remarked, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. I caught the hint of a smile breaking through on his face.
"I prefer to do it in person," he replied, his voice calm and steady.
"Of course you do," I said, taking a step closer, letting my hips sway as I closed the distance. "And you just so happen to catch me in nothing but a towel," I teased, biting my bottom lip playfully.
