Heat of the Moment

Six

The only person Castiel hated more than his father was Hester. She was Charlie and his step mother, always locked up in her room, mostly with Chuck. As far as Castiel and Charlie knew, she was in there baking cookies. They used to give a crap about her but after she never replied to their questions, they kind of gave up on her.

But today, as Castiel passed by her doorway, he heard sobbing. Probably Hester complaining about how horrible her life was, how she had to put up with Chuck- boo hoo. But Chuck wasn't home. In fact, he was at work. So that couldn't be why she was crying.

Castiel frowned, knocking on the door as his curiosity got the better of him. "Hester?" he asked.

Hester sniffled, a sound that made her seem frail in Castiel's mind. He imagined her wiping her eyes with a tissue and getting ready to act as if nothing happened. "Chuck?" She asked fearfully.

Castiel rolled his eyes slightly. "No, it's me,"

Hester still seemed hesitant. "Me who?"

Castiel felt like knocking the goddamn door down himself but he knew he had to be patient. Hester was going through the same thing he was. He answered, with forced patience, "Castiel."

The woman behind the door let out a sigh and opened the door wide, her face poking out. She was blonde with a skinny frame and had a purple robe tied tightly to her body, exposing every curve, every muscle. Castiel did his best to ignore it but with her not wearing a bra, it was hard not to glance down. "Uh, I just wanted to know if my phone was in here? Chuc- Dad took it from me and I need it,"

Hester raised an eyebrow like she was, in any way, superior to him. "And why'd he take it?"

"Because I'm being social," he answered bluntly, not having the time to put up with her.

Castiel did not wait for Hester to open the door wider, he just barged in, looking around the room for his phone. Meanwhile, Hester toyed with her robe, playing with the ends and looking nervous. "I think he put it on the dresser, if I remember correctly," Hester said.

Castiel checked the dresser and finally found his phone.

The message from Dean was still there: Hey, Cas, this is Dean. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for the project today? In Byrnes' class?

Castiel smiled. He knew damn well Dean didn't know about some kind of project. There was no project to know about. But maybe there was. Castiel hadn't been paying attention anyways.

He texted back, Sure. What time?

When Castiel turned around, Hester had her robe untied and was turned around, breathing heavy. Castiel frowned. "I- uh, found what I was looking- Hester, are you okay?"

She turned around, facing him. She was as skinny as a stick, her body bony, outlining any bones or muscles in her body. Her breasts were medium size, as if it mattered, but they dropped and made Castiel uncomfortable.

Castiel turned away. "I- I should be going," he said.

Hester grabbed his arm, nails digging deep into his skin. She whispered in a hushed tone, "Why can't you stay a little while longer?"

Castiel tried to call out for Charlie, but his voice wouldn't cooperate. It was as if he was trapped in his own mental hell.

"Why can't anyone love me?" Hester asked, her eyes having developed a dangerous glow to them.

Castiel's voice cracked out a small, "Help!" And Hester had already gagged him. Castiel tried to struggle but she held tight.

"Castiel!" Hester whisper-shouted. "You be quiet, now, or else I swear to-"