Castiel's Story

part 5

A/N: *slowly leaves chapter here and backs away before you all run after me with pitchforks about not updating in 10 million years*

Uh, Destiel as per usual but it's kinda indirect. Kinda short but I swear that the next couple chapters will be better than this. I'm not gonna lie, i don't know when I'll update again. I seem to only be able to focus on one story at a time, but I'll try to write down something for this soon (i hope)

ok.

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                “….You’ve been rather quiet Metatron.”

                “I was just thinking, that is all.”

                “You never just think.”

                “I will admit, your story isn’t quite going in the direction that I expected.”

Chapter 5

                I stood in the shower, letting the water beat repeatedly on the top of my head, the gentle thrum lulling me into relaxation. I opened my eyes, letting the gaze wander until it fell on a blurry image of a bar of soap. Reaching for it, my fingers grasped around the shape when suddenly it slipped out of my palm, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I glared at it, not bothering to pick it up. I stood underneath the water, too scared to go back out and face Dean. The water was losing its warm temperature, so I messed around with the knobs a little until finally the water stopped, and opened the curtain into the steamy bathroom. There was a towel placed on the counter, and I froze when I thought that someone must have been able to come in here without my knowledge of their presence. It was nerve-wracking, considering I had once been able to place someone’s location from across the globe, and now it was possible that someone had heard me crying in the shower. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off, rubbing it through my hair making the locks stick up in about a thousand different directions. Scowling at the mirror, I tried to flatten my hair, but was without prevail. I resigned, wrapping the towel loosely around my waist before peeking out of the door. The cool air of the hallway felt good on my skin, making goose bumps appear all over the surface of it.

                “Hey, Cas?” I look to my left to see Charlie walking towards me from the other end of the hall. My back straightens and I pull the towel tighter around my waist.

                “Hello Charlie.” I answer once she is near me. “Do you need anything?”

                “Yeah, do you know where Dean is? No one’s seen him since he helped you into the shower…” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Wait, is he in there with you?” She asked excitedly, standing on her tiptoes to peer over her shoulder. I looked at her confused.

                “Why would Dean be in the shower with me?” I shift a little on my feet nervously before continuing. “Besides his words, his actions indicate that most of the time he rather wouldn’t be near me at all.” I trail off a little at the end of my sentence, looking down at my bare feet. When I’m finally able to look back up at Charlie, I see that she is looking at me in complete surprise.

                “Cas-”

                “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that to come off as offensive,” I babble, clenching the towel out of habit. “I know that you are very close to Dean, probably his girlfriend, and I would never even think of to refer to Dean in a negative way because whatever I would say would be a lie and-” Her fingers reach out and pinch my lips shut, effectively cutting off my embarrassing ramblings. Her eyes are searching me as she is probably going over what I just said.