Hi, y'all! I'm posting early as I have a Writer's Group tonight. I hope you enjoy it. I'm doing better with the word count, got down to 122 this time. *does a dance* Please let me know what you think.
3/1: Some of you gave me some slack for not shaving more words. I will admit that I kne some words could be shaved, but I liked the story the way it was. With that said, I went back and shaved it down to 104 just to prove I could. *winks*
Little Winged Lies
When Sam and Castiel returned from the summoning, Sam was changed, now elated, fingers tapping to Metallica. Dean threw a questioning glance to Castiel, noticing glitter sparkling on his never-wrinkled trenchcoat. "Everything go okay?"
Sam beamed with renewed energy. "Everything's perfect. Fantastic."
Dean didn't trust it.
Three hundred miles and one slurpee later, they waited for Sam in the brisk night. "Seriously, Cas, how'd the pow-wow with Cupid go?"
Castiel sighed, eyes undeniably sad. "Samuel asked if he intervened in his relationship with Jessica Moore. Cupid said no."
Dean waited for the secret he'd shoulder.
The angel seemed profoundly guilty. "I made him lie."
