Devil's Angel

The Masked Man

So, this might not be great. My brain feels scattered and I'm not quite thinking straight(after all, I spent ten minutes counting the ceiling tiles - 179 if you wanted to know - and my head is really starting to hurt and the video we are watching is literally driving me insane. In other words, I apologize cause I don't think most of this is even intelligible, never mind readable.

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Castiel sighed for what had to be the five hundredth time today as he sat in his seat, glancing over at Andy with his lips pressed together. Not a word had been spoken between the two men since they got to the concert. Of course, Andy had tried to make conversation, but had been shot down by the angry Castiel instantly.

The music that usually soothed Castiel made him feel sick to his stomach as the band played in front of them, even the lulling sound of the piano just sounding like noise. It only served to make him angrier when he realized that not even music could ease his temper.

Andy once again tried to speak to Castiel, "Dude, what's wrong with you? You've been glaring at everybody since we got here," He asked, a clear look of concern on his face. Castiel let his head rest back on his seat, looking over at Andy tiredly.

"Just having some problems," Castiel mumbled, finally deciding that Andy was not to blame here. After all, Castiel had asked him to come with him.

"With your boss? I don't know why you are in such a rage over it," Andy commented, not even noticing the way Castiel tensed, "I mean, if he likes you and you like him, what's really the big deal here?"

"It's hard to explain, Andy," Castiel finally said with another sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. He didn't know why he was so pissed, and it just tired him out even more to try and explain it, "I guess I've hated for so long, I don't even know what I'm really feeling any more."

"In what lifetime did you hate Dean? All I saw was two people that loved each other and just couldn't see it with their heads stuck up their asses," Andy snorted, rolling his eyes at Castiel, "You hated him about as much as bees hated flowers."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Castiel responded, glancing back up stage when another song started up, "If he really loved me, would he have put me in the hospital three times with the stuff he's done? Do you know how hard that was to cover up?"

"You make it sound like he's the bad guy here," Andy replied, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the band in front of him, "If I remember, you broke his nose with a stapler before."

"That was for a completely different reason," Castiel objected, trying to defend himself. It didn't do any good with the glare Andy gave him, making him look away.

"Whatever, Novak. This is what you are going to do when your precious Dean gets back. You are going to apologize for being a mega dick lately, you guys are going to have your 'fight' as Dean calls it, and then you guys can get married and adopted thirty-five children," Andy snapped, looking fed up with Castiel.

Castiel couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, "Why thirty-five children?" He asked curiously, only to wince when Andy smacked him over the head.

"Of all of that you could object to: fucking your boss, marrying your boss, apologizing, and you ask about the random number of children I spat out," Andy lectured, shaking his head in defeat, "You are trapped you little fucker. Trapped."

At that, Andy mumbled something about going to the bathroom and stood, making his way back through the aisles and leaving Castiel to himself. Of all people to bring, he didn't know why he brought the silver-tongued Andy. That man could convince someone to jump off and try to fly if he wanted to.

But, maybe that was what Castiel needed.

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"I take it you are Castiel, our contest winner." Jake greeted warmly, holding out his hand and letting the Novak shake it. Castiel nodded, giving him a brief smile before looking around, curious to what the backstage looked like.

"Yes, I'm Castiel." Castiel mumbled, dipping his head to the three band members in front of him, "It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

"So, Castiel, serious question here," Charlie cut in, her eyes sparkling brightly with a mischief that had even the stoic Jake grinning, "Which one of us is your favorite?"

Castiel blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and taking a step back, "Uh...." Castiel bit his lip, not wanting to answer in case any of the band members got offended.

"Don't torture the poor guy too much." Castiel heard a familiar voice behind him, turning around and expecting Dean to be there. However, he was met with the masked face of the pianist, making Castiel frown in confusion. He had heard Dean, hadn't he?

"You're always ruining my fun." Charlie complained, though there was a friendly smile on her face as she leaned on the shoulder of Ash, that sparkle never leaving her face, "Anyways, Castiel, this is Mr. I-don't-want-anyone-to-know-my-identity."

"Just ignore her." The man said, shaking his head in what Castiel guessed must be amusement. He held out his hand to Castiel, his head tipping slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Castiel."

Castiel didn't respond, but stared at the man, a hurt look crossing over his features as he subconsciously reached up, clasping the necklace tightly in his hand. The masked man followed his movements, but Castiel was unable to see his reaction behind that mask. It brought tears to his eyes, feeling an anger stir that he had forgotten about since Andy had knocked some sense into his head.

"You're a jerk." Castiel growled, looking down at his feet and chewing on his lip. He felt like he was going crazy with all these mood swings, his head beginning to hurt as he shot his gaze back up to the red-head that made her way into Castiel's view.

"Do you know each oth- oh." Charlie started to ask, but stopped when she saw what Castiel was grasping onto. She exchanged looks with the masked man, accusation in her eyes as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"He's the...guy, then?" Charlie mumbled, looking a bit out of place. Castiel knew he looked exactly the same way.

"I didn't know he would be here." The masked man mumbled, taking a step back from the both of them. Castiel's gaze snapped to him, a slightly desperate look as he reached out, slamming his fist on the man's chest.

"You're a jerk!" Castiel shouted, repeating himself as he growled, hitting the masked man on the chest again. He grabbed Castiel's wrists, keeping him steady as Castiel struggled to get away.

"Easy there, tiger." The masked man said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as Castiel finally stopped struggling, glaring up at the slightly taller man.

"Why does it hurt so much? I don't even know you." Castiel growled, shivering slightly in the man's grip. His mind had flown out the window. He was sure he was crazy now.

"I'm sorry." The masked man replied, his voice ever quiet as he slowly let go of Castiel, the Novak taking a step back and taking a shaky breath.

"Don't apologize." Castiel said, looking away from him and glancing at the other band members, who had been watchig them both with wide eyes. "I'm going to leave now. Take care."

Castiel darted away then, his mind in turmoil as he found Andy flirting with one of the makeup women, his cheeky smile making him more dorky than usual. Castiel just grabbed him and dragged him away, not bothering to answer his questions.