Music Wars (Destiel, Sabriel, Michifer)

(11) What He Really Deserved

Gabriel/Golden Eyes

"We've got some new people that we're adding to the team!" Chuck continued. "First up, you guys are getting a proper editor for your songs."

Immediately, Gabe was offset. Cas was supposed to be their editor, not some stranger. Although, it wasn't a huge deal, because somewhere along the way, they decided he was best as a manager.

A skinny Asian boy walked into the room. He didn't look any older than 19, but the Novaks trusted Chuck. He might be an asshole, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

"Plus, you guys are gonna love this, I got you a new manager!"

That took a step too far. Castiel was here and he was here to stay. As Chuck finished talking, tension filled the air.

Lucifer spoke up first. "We already have a manager, Chuck." He gave the producer one of his trademark evil glares.

Chuck wasn't backing down any time soon though. "No. You have a brother. You need something more professional. Meet Naomi."

In walked a woman who's vibe could only be described as icy. She had brown hair that was pulled back into a low bun and wore a gray pantsuit. Very business-like.

"Naomi, take it away."

"Alright," she took charge quickly. "We need to fix this and we need to fix it fast. One, Archangel Wings is too long, you're just the Archangels now. Two, the stage names aren't working. Morningstar, you're now Satan. Golden Eyes, your just Gold. Pearl Angel, you don't need a name. What's your real one?"

"Castiel," mumbled Gabe's little brother, stripped of any pride he had.

"Then stick with that. Also, I need you and the Hunters to leave. Get out, now." Naomi demanded.

The four performers shuffled out quietly. No one had the guts to stand up to her. She made them all feel so... small.

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Castiel

Castiel should have known better. He was never actually welcomed on this trip on the first place. Everyone had been so nice, and he wasn't deserving of it. This. Getting kicked out. This is what he really deserved.

He had wasted so much time too. Making suggestions for the song. Hanging out with Dean. That was just him inconveniencing everyone around him. Why would they actually care about his thoughts? He was just some stupid nobody from Sioux Falls. Hell, on a normal basis he couldn't even have a normal conversation with his brothers. It was stupid of him to think that he could freaking manage them!

Why was he even-

"Castiel is a pretty cool name," someone on the elevator muttered, distracting Cas from his thoughts. He looked around to see who it was, but none of the brothers made eye contact or anything.

As the elevator reached the lobby, the Winchesters headed to the bar. They didn't have anything else to do today, so why not?

"Hey, Castiel, do you wanna join us?" Sam looked back.

Cas' eyes widened, "Oh, no. I wouldn't want to impose."

"Come on, dude," Dean joined in. "It'll be fun."

Begrudgingly, Castiel joined the group and they all walked into the bar (sounds like the beginning of a bad joke lol). As they sat together, Michael and Sam had started their own conversation, which left Dean and Cas.

"I meant what I said earlier," Dean started as he went to take a sip of his drink. Of course, Cas had no idea what he was talking about, so he explained. "Castiel is a pretty cool name."

"Thanks, I guess," he muttered. Apparently, it wasn't obvious enough that he wasn't exactly in a talking kind of mood. He wasn't rude though, so he carried on against his will.

Dean turned to him, "So, tell me about yourself. I did a lot of talking last night, it's your turn."

"There's nothing interesting to tell."

"Sure, there is. For example, what do you do in your free time?"

Cas began to play with the sleeves of his trenchcoat, avoiding eye contact. "Mostly I draw."

"Cool, cool. What do you draw?"

Cas looked up and as he did, Dean could see the light twinkle in his eyes. "I really like drawing insects, actually. Bees are my personal favorite, but dragonflies are pretty alright. Although, lately I've been working on something out of my comfort zone."

And the two carried on like that. Castiel spent most of the time rambling on about his drawings and how much he loved bees, but Dean listened to it all. Something about listening to someone talk about there passion pleased him so much. Personally, he was proud that he was able to put a smile back onto the man's face.

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yep, it's another short one, sorry. originally this wasn't gonna come out today, but i got an idea at cross country practice and i really wanted to get to it. plus, who doesn't love cas' inner monologues, right?

i'm definitely adding some pretty interesting backstory in soon. which of course will create some angst, so there's a small warning. whoops.

i had two school meetings this week and apparently, i'm doing a project on ADHD patients for the navy? yeah, okay.

that's all for now

byeeeee