Eris

Chapter 2: I Can Play Real Dirty Angel Boy

I can hear them all arguing. Sam is defending me whilst Dean yells about how inconsiderate I am and Castiel, well he is mostly quiet. I silently make my way from the bedroom back down the hall and back to the library where chairs have been thrown and Sam and Dean are practically blue in the face.

"Please stop." I say but they don't hear me, luckily I have my powers. I conjure up cymbals and crash them together, everyone snaps their heads towards me. "Please stop fighting because of me. You guys are a family, I am an outsider. Don't let me tear you guys apart. If you insist that I stay I will stay in the background. I will do my best to go unnoticed." With that said I make my way back to Castiel's room and tuck myself back into the bed. Soon Castiel is in the doorway of the room. "Do you want your bed back? I can sleep on a chair or something." I start to get out of the bed but Castiel shakes his head.

"I meant what I said before, I don't need sleep."

"Oh." Castiel walks further into the room and sits on the bed.

"I don't want you to be in the background." He whispers, I scrunch up my nose. Castiel bends his head down and kisses my nose.

"You're an angel. You don't feel human emotions, you feel nothing for me. Don't pity me and pretend to have feelings for me." I roll my eyes and roll over so I am facing the wall. I feel hot breath on my ear.

"Who says lust is just a human emotion?" He whispers, I turn over but Castiel is gone, I let out a sigh and run my hands through my hair. Right, Castiel wants to play dirty? I can play real dirty angel boy.

I wake up and stretch making a small moan as I stretch out my back. After stretching and getting myself cleaned up, bonuses of being able to conjure anything, from a hairbrush to new clothes, I manage to find the boys in the kitchen. I see Cas sitting at the table and grin to myself, I quickly change the jeans I had made into denim booty shorts and walk into the kitchen with a little extra sway in my hips. Instantly I feel all on eyes on me, I bend over searching through the bottom cabinets.

"What are you after." A very husky Dean asks as he walks over to me. I stand up straight.

"Oh, I was just looking for a glass so I can have water, I think I might be coming down with something because I am really hot." I say fanning myself with my hand.

"Yes you are, I uh I mean no, you are right it is quite hot in here." Dean reaches over me and grabs down a glass for me.

"Thank you." I say with a grin as I give Dean a peck on the cheek. I then make my way over to the tap and make sure my finger is in the way so the water sprays up over my shirt. "Oh bugger. Now my shirts all wet." I quickly change my shirt into a tight fitting sport tank top and fill my glass with water. I walk back over to the table and sit down once again feeling all eyes on me I look up and catch all their eyes. "Oh sorry, is this too distracting?" I say getting ready to change the shirt but they all stop me.

"No." Sam yells, I look over at him. "I uh, I just mean you should feel comfortable here." I smile and go to stand up which bumps the table knocking my glass flying onto the ground where it smashes. I just unintentionally made a perfect opportunity.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry, here let me clean it up." I get down onto the ground and make a dustpan and brush appear. "I'm such a bad house guest." I say and once I have finished cleaning I look up at the boys with big sad eyes. I can see Castiel shuffling around in his chair and I mentally high five myself. Then I notice all three boys have the same pained expression and I grimace. I may have taken it a bit too far. "I uh, I'm just going to go and read up on some stuff." I make my way to the library and try to find a book on demons. Unfortunately without glasses it is a struggle to read most things, I know ironic, a practically immortal killing machine has bad eyesight. I grab my glasses out of my pocket and with them on I practically immediately find a book on demons. I slide my glasses up my nose in classic nerd style and hope to god that the boys take a while in their cold showers so I can finish this book before they can see me looking like a nerd, unfortunately I do not have such luck. As I open up the book Sam walks into the library, his hair still wet from the shower. He looks at me in shock. "Yeah, I know it's horribly ironic." I say as I take my glasses off. "But I can't read without them. I'm long-sighted." Sam smiles at me and sits down next to me.