Sinner | Destiel (on hold for a bit)

10. Am I his?

Castiels Pov

I was laying in my bed the next morning, scrolling through Facebook, when I heard my door being furiously pounded on. I ignored it, turning up the volume on my TV so that it drowned out the knocks. "Open the fucking door, Castiel!" I flinched at the raw, murderous anger in his voice. I sat up in bed, stopping myself. He will probably kill me or angrily try to have sex with me. I weighed my chances before going to my bedroom door and locking it. Then I went in my bathroom that was joined with my room and locked the door.

Better safe than sorry.

The pounding on the door stopped and I vaguely heard Dean and a neighbor of mine shouting at each other. Then, the front door opened and my heart skipped a beat. "Castiel, come out." I heard him snarl, and I began to open the bathroom window. I had it open when he unlocked my bedroom door and went straight to the bathroom.

I wiggled my way out of the window and landed down a few feet to the soft grass. I heard him shouting again, so I jogged around the complex, thinking that if I had climbed out of the window in the bathroom before I would've saved myself for longer. I had just gotten in my car when I saw Dean jogging down the steps.

So, I backed up and left. I didn't feel like dying today.

My car was playing some nice pop music, because I enjoyed it sometimes, as I drove down the road going through the town. I was going to the city, I've always wanted to go to the museum, so I will today. I parked the car and stepped out, feeling refreshed and new. I deserved these breaks, they made me feel better and distract my crazy life to a normal one.

As I was looking at a statue, I felt someone staring at me. I turned on instinct and met my eyes with a girls. She looked flustered and turned away, so I did too, going back to examining the statue. I was nearing the end, and I've been here for hours, so I slowed down and hummed. Am interesting artifact captured my attention, so I leaned forward and reached a finger out, touching it and stepping back when it turned blue.

It faded back to grey stone immediately, so I stared and tried to comprehend it. It was decently sized and had writing on it. The words were carved in the stone, and I widened my eyes as I saw the gibberish rearrange itself in front of my eyes into what I could read.

The tablet had to do with a savior or destroyer. I backed away quickly, clutching my head. Just reading it for a bit hurt my head. I moved on, but not forgetting it.

I finished the whole museum around eight, when it closed, so I went in search for something else to do. I passed a tattoo shop and I paused before it, taking out my wallet and thumbing through it. I had enough, and this took awhile...

The door chimed above my head and I nodded at the people. I had something in my mind, so I went to the man, explaining what I wanted. "That'll take awhile, so I suggest you go home-" I stopped him. "I want it to take a while, so take your time. I also want it now. Where do I go?" The man grinned, nodding his head behind him. "I like you, kid, lets go."

At first it hurt, but I just kept talking with the man. "Yea, got someone in your life?" I stayed silent, pondering the question. "Sort of, but I don't know." The man humphed, turning down the music. "I love drama, spill. Is that why you're out here so late?" I nodded, resting my head on the cushioned table. "You a homophobe?" I asked first, and he laughed, shaking his head no.

"My own flesh and blood is gay. I'm cool." I sighed in relief. "Good, this would've been awkward then. OK, so there's two girls who want me." He nodded, oohing. "But I'm in a thing with this guy. We aren't together, but at the same time we are." He huffed, taking my arm and beginning to tattoo it. "Ouch, but he sleeps around any chance he gets when I leave." "Why do you leave?"