Monday, January 28th, of the year 1800
"Excuse me, sorry." Castiel said carefully squeezing past a large group of people milling in the street, only to slam directly into a lone person, knocking them both to the dirty, horse trodden, mud stained ground.
"Are you okay?" He asked blushing, dusting the dirt and mud off his pants.
"Im fine" the stranger gruffly replied.
Castiel extended his hand, to which the stranger, the man, grasped. He hauled the man to his feet, and helped him brush the mud off his clothes. Castiel absentmindedly brushed the dirt off the man, too focused on his task to take much notice of much else, only pausing when he reached the top of the mans leather waistcoat, to brush a stubborn spot of mud off the man. Looking up into his face to gage his reaction, he realised what he was doing, how unconventionally close he was standing.
"Personal space buddy." The man said half heartily when he noticed Castiel had stopped his administrations to pause and stare up at him.
"Sorry" Castiel said stepping back the tinniest amount, only to stare into his eyes.

Castiel was entranced, Looking up at the man he was met with the greenest eyes he had ever seen, green like the mountains he was so fond of reading about. Castiel was lost for words. He stared open mouthed at this greek god of a man, carved from marble itself, with his unearthly like green eyes, striking beauty, and strong muscles, telling tales of a life of hard labour.

Castiel once again moved closer, unconcerned with the mans earlier request, forgetting in favour of a closer look. He was drawn in by the way the man was staring at him, all so very lustfully back. How ever much the man protested, there was no use hiding the want brimming below the surface of the mans deep dark green eyes, or the way he so casually stared at Castiel's lips, only to quickly look away again, but then once again focus his attention back on Castiel's lips. Like a rabbit caught in the hypnotising stare of a snake Castiel couldn't look away from the deep entrancing eyes of the man. He moved in that tinier bit closer, their was no escaping now, not when he was so close he could almost touch the strangers face. Which he soon did, reaching up, Castiel trailed his fingers across the mans stubbly face. When he was met with no resistance he leaned in closer, bringing their lips closer and closer together.

The spell was broken as the man cleared his throat, almost too late the man turned away slightly, breaking eye contact. Castiel dropped his hand from the mans face, checking himself and stepping back he cursed himself for being so rash, letting his emotions overtake him in such a public place with a man none the less, a stranger that he had just met. Blushing profoundly and apologising for his unconventional behaviour, Castiel ran away before he could embarrass himself further, or get them both in terrible trouble with more rash unconventional behaviour.

Running away Castiel could feel those green eyes boring into his back, calling him back like an invisible sirens cry, drawing him into uncharted lands full of danger and mystery, but he dared not look back. He knew once entrapped in those eyes their was no going back. Steps heavy with regret Castiel ran away from the snake with hypnotising eyes, he ran away before they could draw him into their dangerous uncharted lands full of false hope, and unmentionable promises.

"Castiel," the butler said tutting, "you are late, yet again."
"I know, I'm sorry." he said putting down his heavy bag full of scrolls, mostly ruined now.
"And trekking mud in, all over the clean floor. Go get cleaned up and join your siblings in the dining room before your father arrives."
Castiel nodded, handing his scrolls to the butler and ran up the stairs to his room. As fast as he could he kicked off his mud stained shoes, madly dashing as he put on his dinner wear.

Rushing into the dining room he straightened his tie as he went, before sliding into his seat at the dinner table buttoning his dinner cuffs as he caught his breath.
"Cutting it close there brother." Gabriel whispered from beside him.
"Has father arrived yet?" Asked Castiel looking around fearfully.
"No, you're lucky, he was caught up speaking to his one of his business associates."
Castiel breathed out a sigh of relief, "Thank you" he silently prayed to the heavens.

Castiel looked up, interrupted from his musings about the green eyed stranger as Gabriel nudged him. Their father was entering the room in purposeful strides. Castiel got to his feet, standing to attention along with his brothers, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, as well as his sister Anna.
"Sit." his father commanded taking his seat at the head of the table "Wine" his father commanded with a snap of his fingers and an authoritative tone as the servants ran into the room, filling his glass with practiced precision. As soon as father took the first sip of wine, swirling it around in his mouth with a nod of approval, the servants brought out the steak dinners, giving each other secret grateful looks along the way.

Father cut into the meat taking the first bite, nodding approvingly, it was Castiel and his siblings signal they could also start eating. Castiel dug in, tearing into the meat, his stomach growling with grateful noises as he sated his hunger, quickly down the food in bite sized pieces. Beside him Gabriel dug in just as ravenously, but that was just the way that Gabriel ate everyday, so it wasn't much change there. Further down the table Castiel looked to Michael, he was taking his time eating as he usually did, inspecting each piece throughly before placing it in his mouth, then chewing it carefully in many routine chews, (15 times before swallowing). Across from Castiel, directly opposite to him Raphael was just playing with his food, looking out the window as though he had another place to be, or rather didn't want to be here at all. Next to Raphael, across from Michael, Anna was the polar opposite to her father and brothers, taking the smallest of bites, cutting the meat into tiny pieces before placing it in her mouth and swallowing, then delicately wiping any excess food from around her mouth with a cloth napkin.

"Tell me about your day." their father commanded, looking towards his sons and daughter, scanning for any guilty expressions before landing his attention on Castiel.
"Same as usual" Castiel reported, "I went to my tutor where we went over some ancient greek, then I came straight home to have dinner."
"Hm is that so?" Their father replied "Then why does your face tell a different tale? It tells a tale of a disobedient child, who's been somewhere they shouldn't be, getting into mischief and trouble."
Castiel stiffened, reaching his hand to his face, he brought it back down. It was covered in tell tale mud mud, a betrayal to his carefully constructed tale. He meekly met his fathers accusing glare, his brain working overtime to try to think of a way to explain.
"I fell over in the mud, on the way back, the usual way I come back was blocked by an overturned cart and I had to take a detour, in the less travelled streets. It was very dirty, and, I um, I tripped over a stray dog that ran across my path." Castiel didn't know why he lied, but it had come natural to him rolling off his tongue like his latin lessons. It felt too intimate to be sharing the earlier interaction he had with the green eyes stranger. A lie was easier, simpler, and less likely to get him in any serious trouble.
"You must learn to be more careful Castiel. It is dangerous to travel down those streets. The dogs that live there are filthy, dangerous, dirty things. You must not interact with them or they will bite you, leave you dead in some dirty alley somewhere. Rotting away in the sewage and faeces, left for dead, all because you were somewhere you where not meant to be, doing something you should not be doing." his father warned, a threatening note in his voice he commanded for more wine. The table relaxed, their father asking for more wine was a good signal, a sign he would take it no further than the warning he had given.

Castiel zoned out during the rest of the dinner as his siblings told their edited version of their day. Gabriel told of how he took a walk in the park, but Castiel knew better, he knew Gabriel had gone to where their father had speciffically forbidden them to visit. Raphael told of how he painted, but he was also where he shouldn't be, going to one of his secret clubs where they did things unknownst to Castiel. Anna told of how she had some tea with friends, but they all knew that she had been off with the lieutenants youngest son. Michael told of how he was practicing his sword skills, unsurprisingly he was telling the truth, Michael followed their fathers orders to the word, never putting a foot out of line. Any other day Castiel would be their right beside his oldest brother, following his fathers orders to the T, but he couldn't bring himself to do it this one time, he couldn't disclose his seemingly innocent interactions with the green eyed man to his father.

For the rest of the meal Castiel played with the rest of his food, he felt no longer hungry, or motivated to eat. He couldn't stop worrying, worrying he would be found out, denounced in front of his whole family, and banished forever to live a life of poverty and starvation. Twirling the potato on his fork he was only wasting away time till he was excused and allowed to retire for the night. Sighing, he stacked the peas in neat rows.

"So Cassie," said Gabriel sitting on the bed next to him, "Where did that mud really come from? Dont for a minute think I believe your bullshit story of trippping over a dog. Meet a strapping young lass, did you? You and her have filthy time down in the mud." he said quirking an eyebrow and laughing.
"I told you, I tripped over a dog. There is no more to tell than that."
"C'mon Cassie. Whats her name? I wont tell Father. Do I know her? Is it rochelle? It's rochelle isnt it Cassie? Did you and Rochelle got dirty in the mud?"
"I told you Gabe, just drop it okay, its not Rochelle. It's no one, just a stray dog, paired with my carelessness footing. Now Lets change the topic, tell me, how is Luce? Are they treating him well there?"
Gabriel looked away, appearing twice as small than he already was.
"He's not doing so well in there Cassie. He keeps asking to see you guys, constantly asking. He still doesn't understand why Father put him in there. Its a miracle he even talks to me that little bit he's so furious. He feels betrayed by all of us, Michael especially. Though he wont stop asking to see him. "Wheres Michael? When is Michael coming? Why isn't Michael coming? Always asking, asking for Michael. The look he gets across his face when I tell him Michael isn't coming is just heartbreaking. I broke today you know, just broke, I couldn't put up with the continually asking. It wasn't right, I know that now, but he kept asking and asking and asking, drove me half mad. So I told him. I looked him right in the eyes and I told him. 'Lucifer, Michael isnt coming, he's never coming to see you, not today, not Tommorow, nor the next thousand times you're allowed visters, HE IS NEVER COMING.' I thought he would yell and scream, try to stab me again, but no, nothing, he just looked broken, and he turned to me and it was like i had the old Luce back, how confident he sounded, so sure of him self. He said "Just you wait brother, he'll come, just wait, he'll come.' And I couldn't take it anymore, I sunk in my chair, and agreed with him. I fucking agreed. Michael's not ever going to come visit him in that hell hole, not when Father's forbidden it, but i told him he will, I told him Michael would visit him soon. Oh Cassie what and I going to do? When will that jerk get his head out of his ass and go see his brother. He's suffering in there Cassie, you should see the way they treat him, its worse than prison. Luce shouldn't be in there. Our brother shouldn't be in there."
"I wish their was something we could do, but Lucifer must pay for hurting you Gabe, almost killing you. Even if you can so easily forgive him, the rest of us cant. This once you must listen to father, you must stop visiting him in that god forsaken place, where many go, but few return."
"It wasn't his fault, he isn't himself Cassie. They got to him. He wasn't always like this, when we were younger we used to pull off the best pranks, me, mom, Michael and Luce. If you were their you would understand. You're just to young."
Castiel winced stung, he was the only one out of all of them that couldn't remember mom, She had died when giving birth to him, and ever since Castiel had felt like he missed out on something crucial.
"Im sorry Cassie" said Gabriel defeated noticing the hurt look flash across his brothers face.
"This misplaced faith will get you nothing but trouble." Castiel said turning over, his shoulders set, ignoring Gabe.