Running from Nightmares [Destiel Soulmate AU]

Tire and Ire

(ᴗ˳ᴗ) Warning!! This chapter includes minor violence Warning!! (ᴗ˳ᴗ)

I stand in the shadows of the house opposites to Cassie's as I watch him and an unfamiliar man walk towards a car. I study the man and his car, taking in every visible detail. The man has dirty blonde hair, he is roughly 6", bowlegged, and wears flannel. I wrinkle my nose at the man's choice in clothes; the man looks like a small town handyman. 

The man's car is longer than most modern cars, it looks to be made of metal, and it has four separate headlights. These features make the car's old age obvious. The car was probably assembled during the '60s or early '70s. The car is is a shiny black color, with no dents or any visible dirt. The boor cares for the car well.

From my position, I'm able to see the car's license plate. I pull out a small notepad from my breast pocket. I record the series, CNK-80Q3, then put the notepad back in my pocket. I'll have Uriel run the numbers later. 

As I continue observing the two, Cassie pauses. I notice his back stiffen and I smile. My Cassie has not forgotten my presence. I wait for Cassie to turn around and see me, but after a few seconds, he relaxes. I frown, displeased, as Cassie gets into the car. The boor must have said something to my Cassie, making him ignore me. My hands clench in outrage. I feel my nails bite into my skin. Who is that oaf to Cassie. Surely nothing has happened between the two. My Cassie would never allow another to touch him.

Once they have left, I leave the shadows, filled with fury. I move quickly along the sidewalk, towards my car waiting down the street. My driver steps out of the car as he sees me approach.

"Sir," my driver says, bowing his head respectfully, as I get close. 

"Who said you could speak," I say coldly, as I thrust my fist into my driver's stomach. He doubles over in pain and gasps for air. As I withdraw my hand, my driver crumples to the ground.

"Why are you so useless?" I mutter, sighing. Shaking my head, I nudge the driver out of my way with my foot, and open my car's passenger door. I bend down and, looping my arms under his legs and around his back, I pick my driver up. I gently place him on the back seat and then close the door. 

As I open the driver's door, I take one last look, down the road, at Cassie's house and sigh. Soon Cassie, you'll be back at my side where you belong. I quickly straighten my cuffs and smooth out my suit before getting into the driver's seat and driving off. 

 ┬─┬ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

Twenty minutes later I arrive at the best hotel in this small town. I look at my driver in the mirror. He seems fine, but the wimp is still curled up in a ball. I get out of the car, once more adjusting my suit, and walk into the hotel. 

I wrinkle my nose at the hotel's cheap and tacky decor as I step into the hotel lobby. For the "best" hotel in the town, this squalor is nothing in comparison with my elegant residence. I head up to my room and unlock the door. 

"You're back," I hear as two arms wrap around my neck, and lips meet mine in a kiss. Virgil. A twenty-three year old man who has tan skin, soft brown hair, muddy irises, and is currently being annoying. I push him away after a second. Disappointment crosses Virgil's face, and I know he wants my attention and affection. I would show Virgil affection, but I can not care less about him or his wants right now. Besides, Virgil is just entertainment while Cassie is not here.

"Send this sequence to Uriel. It is a license plate number. Have Uriel run it and make sure he thoroughly investigates the owner," I say as I pull out my notepad, and flipping to the right page, I hand it to Virgil. "Once you are done with that, check on my driver. He is in the backseat of my car."

Virgil hesitantly takes the notepad and holds it with great care. I smile slightly. One of the good things about Virgil is he knows how to properly handle my possessions.

"May I ask a question?" Virgil asks. Of course, Virgil has many more annoying traits than he has good ones. I know what Virgil wants to ask me. I am not in the mood to entertain Virgil's questions, but I decide to humor him anyway. 

"Ask," I say simply. Virgil hesitates, making sure I am finished talking before he speaks.

"What is the importance of this owner?" I sigh as I sit down in the hotel's desk chair. I can feel my ire building. I wish Virgil would notice my mood and leave. I tire of being angry. 

"The owner is a boorish man who was with my Cassie this morning." I watch as Virgil's expression darkens at the mention of Cassie. I feel my mood worsen.

"I don't see why Castiel is so important. I wish you would give up on getting him back and leave him to the man. He doesn't deserve you," Virgil mutters, looking at the floor.

"Virgil," I say, ice creeping into my voice. Virgil looks up as he finally notices my boiling temper. I stride towards him, but Virgil does not cower, which only serves to anger me more. I slam Virgil into the wall and he lets out a small squeak. I wrap my hand around his neck, holding him against the wall. I do not press against Virgil's neck just enough for it to be uncomfortable, but not enough to constrict his airways. 

"You forget your place. I do not want your opinions. You are just a replacement for Cassie, and when I get him back, I will throw you away. You mean nothing," I say menacingly. I study Virgil's face, expecting to see the fear that is present on everyone's face when they are around me, but I only see hurt. Some of my anger drains at Virgil's pained expression and I let go of him.

"Leave," I say as I turn away from him. After a moment I hear his footsteps receding. 

"I'm sorry," I hear him say right before the door closes. I feel the rest of my anger drain away, leaving me tired. I lay down on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I hate how tired I feel after I get angry with Virgil. I have never gotten tired from anger with anyone else, and it is driving me crazy. Once I have Cassie back, I'll be able to get rid of Virgil, and I will not have to feel this way anymore. 

  ┴─┴︵\(ಠ_ಠ\)  

By the time Virgil returns, I am sitting on the edge of the bed and I feel better. Virgil opens the door and stands in the doorway, waiting to see how I'll react. I beckon him in and as Vigil comes in, I can see he is holding a file.

"I have the preliminary report on the owner. His name is Dean Winchester. I thought you might want to see it."

"I do want to see it, but not now. Put it down and come here." Virgil's face brightens and he quickly puts the file on the desk before sitting down beside me. I pull Virgil onto my lap so he is straddling me. 

"I'm sorry for being so rough earlier," I murmur as I run my hands through his silky hair. 

"It was my fault," Virgil says and loops his arms around my neck.

"Shh... Let me make it up to you."