Demon Hunter

Chapter 7

An hour later, I was saying goodbye again. I shed a few tears as I'd clung to my brother, making him repromise to make it back alright. I then made Drew, Weni, and Jacob make the same promise. Then they were gone. Castiel disappeared into his office, claiming to have serious work to do. So Gabe and I choose a lounge, the one at the top of the grand staircase. Netflix was on, a Prison Break marathon in full swing, when Liam appeared from his wing of the house. He basically had the entire thing to himself. Corena was staying with Castiel for a little, they were having a family meeting to discuss the formation of packs and how things would be run. Corena had arrived early. I was absolutely terrified to be meeting Castiel's family. Especially since they were Lycans, 200 plus year old Lycans.

"So you were turned?" I said as Liam sat on the other sofa. "I was." He said, keeping his eyes trained on the television. "How old are you. 100?" Gabe asked, pausing our episode. Liam sighed and looked down at his lap. "I'm 23. Castiel turned me three years ago." Liam stared at the paused screen, waiting for Gabe to press play. It was my turn to ask a question. "What do you do with your life, anyway?" Liam stared harder at the TV, but answered. "I am in law school. I have another year before the Bar exam." Gabe looked at me a quirked an eyebrow. "You should try those massage chairs downstairs." Gabe pressed play. "They'll loosen you right up." I snorted and slapped a hand over my mouth to contain my laughter. Liam rolled his eyes but a small smile appeared on his face.

At four in the morning, Liam carried Gabe to the room closest to Castiel's wing of the house. He said that he didn't want us any closer to him than necessary, and that no offense, we were quite annoying. I told him he wasn't much older than me, and I had authority in the house. Liam snorted, tossing Gabe onto the bed, and sauntered away to his room.

After tucking Gabe in, I'd retired to Castiel's room, but I couldn't sleep. Castiel was down stairs in his office. After a half an hour of tossing and turning, I sighed and threw the covers away. "I wasn't tired anyway." I grumbled as I walked into the closet. I took the winding stairs down. The lights in the office were out, the fireplace burning. Castiel didn't look up from his computer.

"What are you doing up?" He asked, flipping the page in a thick packet he was looking at. I walked to his desk and took a seat beside it in the floor. I shrugged, clasping my hands in my lap. "Couldn't sleep." Castiel smiled slightly. "The mate bond is getting stronger." He murmured. I yawned, stretching my hands over my head. I then noticed that I'd been wearing the same thing for almost three days. I cringed and brought my arms down quickly. "Dear God I must reek." I shuddered and looked down at my black tee shirt and dark skinny jeans. "You actually smell quite nice. Your natural aroma is very becoming." He squinted at something on the page before flipping it. He wasn't paying any attention to me. "Can I use your shower?" The lack of attention was grating my nerves more than I would choose to admit. "What's mine is yours, love." He didn't look up. I huffed and got up from the floor. I stomped up the spiralling stairs and snatched a random shirt from off of a hanger.

Like everything else about the house, the shower was huge. It had rainfall shower heads in the ceiling, and the floor dipped a little when you stepped into it. I took my time, washing my body several times and doing the same with my hair. I'd had to use Castiel's soap, so I smelled an awful lot like him. It wasn't a bad scent, I just knew how wolves got. When I got out of the shower there was the problem of what to do about my lack of unmentionables. I put my bra back on, and the shirt over top of it. I then ran to the closet and rummaged through the island drawers until I found a pair of Castiel's boxers. I slipped them on and marched down the stairs, prepared to give him a piece of my mind. I would not be in this situation if he had been civilized when he'd found me. Kidnapping me was just the slightest bit over dramatic.

"Cass!" I'd been calling him that in my thoughts, and thought I'd try it out. He turned around and his eyes darkened at the sight of me. He took his time scanning my body before meeting my eyes. They were lust filled and he growled. He shoved his chair back, knocking it over before stalking towards me. His hands found my waist and he pressed my back against the railing of the steps uncomfortably. "Cass?" I mumbled. He dipped his head to my neck and took a deep breath. He nibbled on my earlobe, trailing kisses down my neck until he reached the place where his mark would go. His canines brushed against the spot and I panicked. "Castiel get off of me!" I shoved at his chest but his grip tightened on my waist. "I want you, now." He growled possessively in my ear. He placed a gentle kiss on my neck before plunging his teeth into my skin.