"I grow weary, Sebastian." The blue-eyed boy looked glumly out the window of their eleventh story hotel room. "It has been so long since I had tasted a human soul, and even the ones I have had weren't as flavorful as I would have liked."
"Well, it is true my young lord that you cannot truly cultivate a soul to your liking without a sizeable contract being made." The taller man smiled softly at the irritated looking youth.
"That's something I can't do, isn't it?" The glared up at him. "As long as we are bound by our contract I cannot enter another of this same caliber."
"Very good reasoning, my lord." The older man continued to smile.
"Please, stop calling me that." The boy sighed and looked out the window again. "I haven't been a lord in a long time."
"It's a habit, forgive me, Master." He bowed slightly to the boy.
The young boy waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss the doting man. As he continued to look out the window he could hear the door to their room being opened.
"I am off to fetch some tea, young Master. What would you care for?" The man paused in the doorway.
"Tea." The boy scoffed. "I have been thinking, Sebastian."
"Yes?" The man's eyebrows lifted in curiosity.
"You are bound to me for eternity." The boy turned his blue eye to the man.
"Yes, my Master." The man's hand released the door handle, allowing the door to close.
"What if I were to command you to break our contract for a given time period? Say, six months?" The boy stood from his chair. "Would that free us both to make a contract within that time frame?"
"Yes. I suppose it would." The look on the man's face was one of amusement as he watched the boy walk across the room towards him.
"Then it's an order." The boy stopped before the man. "I order you to break the contract with me for six months, during which you may do whatever you like as long as it is away from me. You will return to this very hotel room when the allotted time period is up. Not a day more, not a day less. Do you understand?"
A dark smile spread over the man's face as he knelt before the boy. "Yes, my lord."
The boy's face warped into a grimace. "I told you not to call me that."
The man stood, the smile still on his lips. He removed his left glove and place the his palm over his right eye. "Yes," The symbol on the back of his hand began to glow before slowly fading away. "Ciel."
"Is that it then?" The boy pulled off his black eye patch and looked into the small mirror hung over the desk. For the first time in over a hundred years, his eyes matched. The boy's mouth curled into a smile, which grew into laughter.
"Six months then?" The man's hand was already back on the door handle.
"Yes." The boy's face grew serious. "Don't make me come looking for you."
"I wouldn't dream of it." The man smiled mockingly. "Master."
He began to chuckle as he strode down the hotel hallway. It had been almost one hundred and thirty years since he had been free to take a new contract, and even longer since he had fed. He couldn't get outside to the street fast enough.
Once outside he closed his eyes and smiled. The sounds of all the people willing to give up their souls for something they craved was almost deafening. The contract he would make to fill the next six months had to be worth it. It would have to be the greatest feast he could find. Shrouding himself in darkness he took to the skies, searching for the perfect soul.
"Please, dad." Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes. "I will be fine."
"I am not telling you to be careful for your sake." Her father smiled, looking up over the edge of his magazine. "I am telling you for the sake of whatever bar you are going to."
"Shut up." She stuck her tongue out at him and laughed lightly.
"Your dad does mean you need to be safe too." Her uncle smiled down at her and patted her on the shoulder.
"Thanks Cas." She returned the angel's smile. "Good to know someone cares about my safety."
"I don't need to care about your safety." Her father grunted. "You're a Winchester."
Elizabeth stood from her chair and sighed. "Right." She slung her purse over her head so the strap was running across her torso. "Night dad." She waved as she headed up the stairs of the bunker.
"Dean." Castiel kicked the chair her father was sitting in. "Tell your daughter good bye."
"What, Cas?" He glared at the man standing next to him. When the angel didn't relent he sighed and waved towards her. "Night little lady."
She smiled. Her father was rough around the edges, but she could see a tinge of concern in his eyes. It was always there, even when he tried to hide it behind a mask of testosterone and apathy.
The night air was cool and crisp. She inhaled deeply, indulging in the sting it brought to her lungs. "Right." She grinned before kicking her bike into life. "Tonight's going to be a good night."
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