Devil's Boarding school

Chapter 6. Choose a room to Snooze.

It hadn't yet been a day since she stumbled haphazardly into the lives of Castiel and Ecanus, and from what she knew; Ecanus was very similar to Castiel, though his eyes were brown, he had an army style shaved head and his shoulders were wider, but both guys were angels, both metaphorically and, apparently, literally. Em did feel a little conceited saying that she was an angel too, but apparently angels were real enough, so she tended to just skirt the topic when it came up. They got along, and she must have proved she wasn't about to turn into a pile of snakes or sprout new demon heads by the afternoon, because Ecanus at least now seemed to believe her 'story'. Then Ecanus, remembering what he said to Castiel before, made a few of his new ideas verbal; "You know what Castiel? She'd probably be happier rooming with me, don't you think?" he said with a grin and raised eyebrow,

Castiel put his hands to his chest in mock hurt, "wha- you think that she likes you more do you?"

Ecanus was chirping in laughter, while Em smiled slyly, "I dunno Castiel, he might have a point there.." putting on her acting face, though she had no intentions of moving in with the seemingly more impish of the two.

Castiel pretended to be shot through the heart and fell backwards into his cushy chair, "Oh mistriss! how you wound me with your words!" he called out, mimicking shakespearian,

Then Ecanus threw cushions at him, "ha!" he laughed,

After a brutal pillow battle, they lay on the floor amongst all the remains of pillows she hadn't noticed on the sofa before. It didn't matter now, they had now been destroyed forever. Out of breath from laughter, all anyone could do was smile. A feeling Em had yet to identify as strange to her. Castiel got up and shook his head of the little feathers clinging to his ruffled hair, then he turned to Em; "Really though, Em, what room d'you want to sleep in?" he then did a puppy-dog face, not unlike the Dean's, with his bottom lip sticking out, "Pwease pwick mine" he said sweetly,

Ecanus got up and exclaimed, "Cheater!" and threw another pillow at Castiel, only to turn to me and do the same thing,

Em giggled, putting pillows in-front of their puppy faces, "Although, I think I'll have a look at your rooms before I decide.." I trailed off,

At the sound of that, both guys remembered what looked like the same thing, and excused themselves discreetly to clean their rooms. With another giggle, Em got up and started to pick up all the pillows and the other tattered cases. She heard the thump of a ball and a smothered cuss come from Ecanus's room, only to be followed by the sound of falling paper's in Castiel's room and the sound of a large thud. She laughed a little more before picking up the least ripped pillow, which she used to gather as many stray feathers as she could. Another smile, and she stopped herself suddenly, a hand over her mouth. She wondered how long it had been since she had felt genuinely happy that way. Quickly she dismissed it, unsure of herself altogether, not trusting herself to feel too deeply much further. Worried that her attempts of numbing herself would not stop her from remembering... she paused, and resumed her efforts at cleaning up the feathers. She was reaching for some on the top of the mounted flatscreen when Castiel appeared behind her, Ecanus in tow. Castiel was now wearing a black shirt, and his hair looked much more ruffled than before, which seemed impossible until now. Ecanus looked about the same but he was holding his leg a little as though he had tripped on something or stubbed his toe. The epitome's of impish smiles on their faces.

"Alright, nothing to hide now!" Ecanus declared,

Em decided to look in Ecanus's room first, and as she walked in she was surprised to see two single beds, one that looked neat and unused, and another which had been hastily made, along with a desk by the window. It lit up half the room and had the same red drapes as the middle room. The wall the window was on was pushed further out than the one the spare bed was against, making it create a sort of writer's nook. The desk was covered in stray papers with an orange sticker-covered laptop in the middle. There was a printer, new paper and ink cartridges on the floor beside a bin basket. There was also a large dark brown bookcase covering the wall opposite, on it a mix of manuscripts and trophies for sports, along with a basket ball and a baseball cap could be seen. There were a lot of books too, squeezed into some shelves and loose in others. An Xbox was wrapped up on the floor by the door, as if it was taken out to the television frequently, but as though he refused to leave it to be shared. The more 'ancient' influence of the mansion was contrasted so strangely with this newer modern technology on the desk and floor.