empty bottles on a sunday

ii

castiel

It was three when Cas woke up again. Looking to his left, he could see Gabriel sleeping in the other bed. Gabriel was such a light sleeper, so when getting up, cas stood on his toes to avoid making any sound. Cas walked quietly into the bathroom and closed the door. Once inside, and the door was successfully closed without a peep, Cas turned on the light and the fan and began to look at himself in the mirror. The area around his eye was a deep purple, a small vertical cut on his brow. A horizontal cut lay across the bridge of his nose, surrounded by the same shades that covered his eye. He turned so he could see the other side of his face and saw that the corner of his lip was three times its normal size. Cas felt the back of his head- where she slammed it against the ground- and felt a small bump. Today was the bake sale, and he had to show up like this? What were the people going to say?

Thinking about ways to fix his appearance, Cas headed into the kitchen, still cautious of Gabriel. He grabbed himself a bowl of frosted flakes and sat on the couch. He took a spoonful into his mouth and slowly began to chew, the corner of his mouth aching from Naomi's attack.

After about two minutes of eating cereal in the dark, someone began to slowly walk down the stairs. Looking up from his cereal Castiel recognized the someone as his younger sister Hannah. Her pale face was contrasted by her flowing raven curls, the eyeshadow around her bright blue eyes the same shade of black. The tight red dress hugged her body and showed off what little curves she had and was coupled with a dark grey leather jacket.

"No," Cas said in the most authoritative voice he could muster. He couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at the idea that Hannah actually thought she would've gotten away with leaving dressed the way she was.

Hannah shrieked. "Cas! What are you doing down here?"

"I woke up. The real question is, what are you doing down here?" When Cas said 'you', he had pointed his spoon at Hannah.

"I'm going out to see someone," Hannah whispered.

"Who?" Cas asked. Now he was getting mad. She was 15, and shouldn't be going out at three in the morning. Especially dressed like that. Hannah just rolled her eyes and smiled, assuming that Cas was just fooling around. "Hannah, I'm not joking. Who?"

"Fine," Hannah groaned. She dropped her bag on the floor. "Lisa Braeden asked me to go out with her and her boyfriend to pre-game the bake sale. We're just going to go and get some drinks, that's all."

"'That's all'? Really? Hannah, you're not going. Go clean your face and go back to sleep," Cas ordered.

"But Cas-"

"Hannah, no," Cas stood up and walked over to her. He placed one arm on his shoulder. "You're too young. You think you're gonna be able to get a drink? You're 15. Now go upstairs or I will get Michael."

"Fine," Hannah grumbled. "What happened to your face?" She gently reached out, her cold fingers tracing over the cut on Cas's cheek. He winced at the touch, smiling weakly.

"Nothing you should worry about, Han. Just go back to bed."

"No," Hannah stood firmly and looked at her brother the way her mother would. She had her eyes, her nose, her hair. Sometimes Castiel would forget, and see her walking through the house and think Hannah was his mother. they shared so many of the same features. now that hannah was growing older, she began to even pick up the same traits that their mother had; like her stubbornness.

"I got in a fight at school, it's nothing. Go back to sleep," Cas dismissed her.

"Castiel, that's not nothing; and there's no way you would get into a fight intentionally," Hannah chuckled. "Who did that?"