Skin (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight

Castiel

Castiel sat on his bedroom floor, eyeing the almost healed marks Naomi left on his arm. He sighed heavily, defeated by the tyrant woman, and ran a hand through his hair. His stomach churned a bit as he realized the marks left on him by Naomi would show up on Dean. Eventually, he wouldn't be able to hide from his soulmate. 

Instead of worrying about his troubles, he got up and slipped into the shower, hoping it would wash away his worries. 

Halfway through his shower, he felt an odd little tingle on his side. It wasn't much, but it got his attention. He looked down and was startled to see a painted on scratch, looking rather deep, on his side. Castiel hesitantly touched the scratch, which looked more like claws, and relaxed as he realized there was no pain to accompany the addition to his skin.

He finished up his shower and slipped into clean clothes, concealing the wound on his side. He knew he should've been more worried about Dean, but he wasn't. Finding out he was his soulmate didn't change much. Castiel had always heard stories, which were more like fairytales to him, about those who had found their soulmates. People always talked about the overwhelming amount of love they suddenly felt, even if it was a person they barely knew.  Yet, Castiel felt nothing, besides a small hint of curiosity. 

Lucifer

The Winchesters didn't show up until lunch the next day. They were down one, Dean. And the others looked exausted. Michael dropped into his seat by  Lucifer.

"Boy, you look like shit." Lucifer whispered, earning no reaction from the other teen. 

Sam seemed to flinch when Gabirel gently nudged him, and Adam looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Okay, so what the hell?" Charlie practically slammed her tray down, making all three jump. "Where did you guys go yesterday? And why isn't Dean here?" She asked, her voice demanding answers. 

"We went home, and Dean was sick." Sam said with confidence. Charlie clearly didn't believe him, as she rested her gaze on Adam. Adam didn't say anythinig, he just shook his head a bit. She wasn't getting any answers from him. So, she moved on to her last target. Michael.

Despite only knowing Michael for a few days, Lucifer already knew the boy couldn't lie well, plus he hated it. 

"Michael, why did you guys leave?" She asked slowly.

"Our father called us home." He said softly, though there was a little venom at the mention of his father. He looked at Sam, but Sam kept his mouth shut. 

"Why?" She pressed.

"He needed help." 

"Right. With what?" She leaned across the table a bit. Michael fidgeted a bit, getting a little uncomfortable under her intense gaze, Lucifer could tell. Lucifer wanted to stop Charlie, make her leave the tired boy alone. But he couldn't help but be curious himself. He gently touched Michael's should in reassurance, seeming to steel the boy's nerves for a moment. "Michael!" Charlie hissed, not taking her eyes off him.

"It's a private family matter?" It was more of a question than anything. 

"Not enough Michael! I need details dammit!" She snapped, her voice raising. Michael looked at Sam again and this time he shot up.

"Hey, we should go to the classes we missed and get our homework." He said calmly, like Charlie wasn't grilling his brother like a steak. 

"No, no, and no. I didn't get my answers. Plus, you guys haven't ate anything yet." Charlie reasoned. Sam shrugged slightly.