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OKAY, CLEO KNEW IT was considered rude, but how could she not stare?
This man had never heard of the Internet, and she was so sure that warranted at least a little staring. It's not like he would pick up on the social cue anyways, after all he was even more socially awkward than her (which she thought was impressive in and of itself).
When she found out that Castiel, a whole angel, all the way from Heaven up above didn't know what the most basic human tool was, she was shook. That's why she spent the next hour educating him on the wonders of the Google search bar.
"I don't understand." Cas said for the umpteenth time, but Cleo didn't mind sitting up to answer the question.
She didn't particularly mind, in fact she welcomed the questions because this was too entertaining to pass up.
That and she was a slightly terrified if she answered wrong she was going to hell.
"Quoi?" Cleo asked, having recently learned that angels were multilingual, which made sense to be honest.
She was also very glad because no matter how many times she used it on other people, nobody seemed to understand that she randomly spoke French sometimes. Then she'd normally have to explain it and...
"Hurricane Katrina was a catastrophic event, where is the humor in the thousands of human lives lost?" Cas replied, "As for Hurricane Tortilla, it has not yet occurred in this timeline, how was this boy able to predict it?"
Cleo blinked at the last question, finding herself too disappointed in the future human race to address the latter question. "Um, people find weird things funny. The uh, the joke was sorta in the stupidity of the entire situation I'm pretty sure-" She found herself yawning, her eyes drooping with slight fatigue.
Goodness gracious what time was it?
Her eyes darted to the time, and the digital green number flashed 1:27 am on the Microwave in the mini kitchen. Cleo rubbed her eyes.
Why was she so tired? She usually spent her time on Wattpad until she saw the ass crack of dawn, and then went to sleep. She figured it was the author giving her an excuse to do something.
Man was she tired of the author's BS.
"I'm gonna make some hot chocolate, do you want some or-" Cleo backtracked as her memory refreshed, "probably not because you're an angel, and you don't need to eat or drink anything, right I forgot, nevermind."
With a click of few buttons on the laptop, she pulled up a website of vines. "You just uh, look at that for a while."
Cas was only hyper aware of her retreating into the kitchen, his attention fully drawn into the world of the web. "All women are queens." He mumbled thoughtfully, turning the words over in his head.
The videos stopped and noticing an ad off to the side of the site, he furrowed his eyebrows, bringing the strange mouse device - he had no clue why it was called that - over to the link.
And then that's when the...situation happened.
When Cleo's hot cocoa was done, she pulled open the microwave door, pausing as she thought she heard something in the other room.
Brushing it off as a vine, she grabbed the cup and ventured over to the living room. "If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?" She heard Cas ask as she returned.
Please let that be that one vine with the two spiderman dudes, she thought placing her cup on the table.
She lifted her eyes to the screen, letting out an, "OH GOD!" at the sight of what she saw on the screen.
"My eyes! My beautiful eyes! Jesus, lord!" Cleo screeched rolling on the ground, eyelids clamped shut.
Cas tilted his head at the peculiar teen, his eyebrows furrowing even further, "Has the device ruined your eyesight?"
"Yes, yes, it has!" Cleo replied. A hand slapped over her eyes, she blindly felt for the laptop.
"To your left."
Her hand slammed down the screen, the sight and sound disappearing as she did so. Cleo winced slightly, hoping she didn't crack Sam's screen.
