Devil's Boarding school

Chapter 7. Sunday Morning.

Em woke up, staring at a pure white ceiling, almost convinced she was back in the orphanage. It wasn't hard to believe, after all, how could she believe where she really was? But, the air was fresher than she could ever remember breathing before, no smell of tears and industrial cleaner. The sun was brighter than she ever remembered it being, free to pass through the crystal windows unmarred by grime older than herself. she stretched in her silk sheets, and turned over to face the wall, pushing herself back into her plush pillow. She could hear a faint scribbling scratching kind of sound, coming from the other side of the room.  She slowly sat up and looked over to the desk, which was bathed in fresh early morning sunlight. Castiel was scratching away on paper with his antiquated black quill, too entranced with finding the right word to hear Em stirring. She smiled, seeing him stare so softly at his work.

Em pushed off the covers and got out of bed, the sound of which made Castiel turn to face her. Suddenly, the fact that Em was wearing a tight white tank top and pink pajama bottoms with horses galloping all over them, struck her. They were worn and soft, and likely her favourites. However with Castiel staring at her they felt a little less adequate, just a touch too revealing around the middle. Something very much confirmed by Castiel as he smiled and said, "I like the horses." 

Em blushed a light shade of pink that she hoped he wouldn't notice, "Shut-up Cas." she said to hide her embarrassment, 

"What? I really like them!" he said defensively, before yawning.  

"yeah, sure Cas"

She walked out of the room into the main parlor of their apartments, only to find Ecanus standing behind the bar rifling through the fridge, which was fine and dandy until she noticed he was only wearing low-riding boxers.

"Woah! Ecanus please cover up!" she shouted, putting my hands up to cover her eyes.

Em heard him startle and hit his head on the top of the fridge, a loud 'thud' and grunt of pain. She peeked through her fingers and saw him rubbing the back of his head and holding a milk carton. He began to walk towards her, his boxers hanging ever precariously lower. 

"I'm sorry Em, I sorta forgot you were here" he said cheerfully but still clearly too tired to be embarrassed about his clothing, "..and I like the horses." he chirped. 

She would have given him a glare, but that would have included moving her hands away from her eyes to look at him, "Uh-huh," She dismissed him, "go get pants."  and walked behind him into the bar kitchenette.

"You know you like it." he joked while ruffling her hair and then waltzing back into his room with the milk.  

Em pulled her hands away at the sound of his door closing, "Crisis averted." she muttered. 

Deciding to check the fridge, she found it to be pitifully empty. There only being; a second carton of milk that would go bad soon, some eggs, some water bottles and a carton of apple juice in the door, with a very old club sandwhich (covered in mold) sitting on the only occupied shelf. When she thought she saw the mold twitch, Em slammed the door shut. She groaned, opened the door again and hastily shoved it into the bin along with the disposable plate it came on. She hoped the long lost owner wouldn't miss it. Em took the apple juice, which was barely half full, and found a glass to drink it out of. Looking through the cupboards, she found a can of tomato soup, some chocolate and peanut butter cereal, and a box of pancake mix which looked wholly untouched. Closing the cupboards, Em wondered how it was that the boys fed themselves at all, especially considering their build and stature, which must take some serious gym time. She looked at the freezer, dreading the appearance of another 'club sandwhich' monster host. Opening it cautiously, she found a bag of frozen blueberries under a big pile of frost and icicles, and something which looked like a bug frozen in an ice cube (She threw that away too). These were stuffed into the side of the freezer, out of the way of a huge pile of frozen food boxes for generic t.v. dinners. Sighing, Em decided that she had at least found something available in bulk. She made a silent resolution to find a way to get fresh groceries, and then threw out the frozen dinners that showed signs of damage, still hoping the owners wouldn't come looking for them later.