I don't want to ask her out.
Not yet.
I want her to know who I am. I don't want to lie.
I just want her to know that the angel she prayed for is here for her.
I'm here for her.
"Oh, you." Sage rolled her eyes.
She's so beautiful.
"Yes, it's me." I smiled.
"Cas," Dean steps in. "Sam wants Sherries. Again." He rolled his eyes.
"Hey Dean." Felicia fluttered.
"Hey." Dean awkwardly smiled. He coughed, fixed his jacket, and walked out with suave.
"So, you going?" Sage asked, holding herself up by her elbows as she leaned over the counters.
"I'm not hungry." I shrug.
"But don't you wanna hang out with them?" She tilted her head, questioning me.
"I'd rather hang out with you." I quickly replied.
Sage stood up straight. She was obviously holding back a smile, and her cheeks began to have a red tint.
"Cas stop," Sage quickly remarked. "You're supposed to be a smart ass."
I shrugged. "I don't know if you can consider that as rhyming."
