The girl with the wing tattoo.

Home, sweet, home. (Chapter 6)

Yes, y/n I know it's been 5sauce songs for a few chapters. Oh well.

T O R I
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I put my stuff down on Michael's couch.

"Cas, where did you disappear to anyways?"

He looks up.

"Oh, I had business to attend to."

"What kind of business?"

"I was helping the Winchesters."

I look confused, and copy his head tilt thing. He smiles.

"The Winchesters. They're hunters."

I continue with the head tilt.

"They hunt monsters. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, that type of stuff."

I nod.

Damn, I just learned that angels and demons were real. Small world? Nope. It must be fucking huge to fit humans and monsters.

Michael walks into the room with food. I laugh. He sits on the couch, finds the remote, and pats the spot next to him, telling me to join. I walk over to him, making it look like I'm going to sit next to him, but at the last second I sit on him. He chuckles. I cuddle up to him. He starts playing with my hair, while looking through Netflix for something to watch. Cas looks to the floor.

"Wow, you guys are a cute couple."

He looks a bit sad. Michael and I laugh.

"We're not a couple. I've known him since pre-k. We're just really close friends." I say.

He looks happier. I gesture for him to come sit. He comes over and sits on the edge of the couch. I gesture for him to come closer. He scoots over a bit. I laugh.

"C'mon we don't bite. Well I don't."

He stiffens, but scoots closer, so I can feel his warm radiating off his body. I find it comforting.

We talk about random things. I tell Cas about myself, and he does the same. Then he starts talking about the Winchesters.

I wake up, to see I'm still on Michael's lap.

Hm, must've fallen asleep on him.

I look over, and see Castiel is still awake. Creepy. I check the time.

It's 4 in the fucking morning.

I shiver. I guess I'm cold. I didn't feel cold. I don't really feel temperature, if that makes sense. And apparently Cas sees it, he grabs a blanket, and puts it on Michael and I.

"Thanks Cas."

He nods.

"Why are you still up?"

"Angels don't sleep."

I nod.

Well, that explains why I'm an insomniac.

"Alright. Well goodnight then."

"Goodnight Tori."