"Stop being stubborn. Smoking is bad for your health!" I lectured him.
Castiel glared at me intensely. His wildfire eyes were burning with woe and anger. Instead of throwing his cigarette away, he mocked me by blowing his darkened smoke to my face and still continued smoking.
"So are you," he said coldly.
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Cast a Spell, Castiel
Short StoryIn which Castiel meets the daughter of the housemaid who's been working under his family for years and attempts to cast his spell upon her with his charms.
