Cas hopped out of the taxi. He ditched the bus because there was no way he was walking to his uncle's house that was basically in the middle of nowhere. Well, it was more like the outskirts of San Francisco but Cas was tired and his growling stomach didn't let him think straight. Castiel climbed the steep hill that was probably created by the Devil himself. Cas grabbed onto a pole and stopped to catch his breath. His stomach was basically eating itself, that's how hungry Cas was. He licked his lips at the thought of a burger. The man squinted his eyes at the sun and glanced at the house right in front of him. Three more steps and Castiel would've fallen apart. Luckily, he managed to stumble inside the house before his stomach ate him from the inside.
Castiel immediately headed for the fridge without even bothering to take off his coat or close the door. He didn't even knock. The man grabbed a burger and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. He let out a satisfied groan and chewed rapidly not caring that the noise his mouth was making was disgusting.
"I see you made yourself at home."
The man nodded without turning around. The man behind him cleared his throat forcing Castiel to turn around. He shot an annoyed glare att he older man behind him and finished chewing his food. The shorter man in front of him stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants and cracked a weak smile.
"These make me..." Cas contained the hiccup that was rising up his throat "Very happy."
"Would you like me to leave you alone with your... Uh..." the man gestured with his hand
Castiel placed the half eaten burger on the counter and closed the fridge. He took off his coat and went to hang it. Castiel sat down like a normal human being and continued eating at the table.
"So what brings you to uncle Crowley?" the man was amused "Did papa take away your Xbox?"
Castiel let out a soft groan of annoyance and rolled his eyes. Crowley chuckled softly and grabbed himself a glass of scotch.
"Thanks." Castiel murmured taking the glass for his uncle's hands "He did actually."
"And what did you do now?"
"I told him that he can stick his family business up his ass." Castiel shrugged lightly
"Did you..." Crowley cackled "Did you really say that?"
"No?" Castiel let out a huff and took a sip of his drink "I wish I did."
"I was about to crack a bottle of champagne to celebrate that you finally grew some balls." Crowley sighed with disappointment
"Eat me." Castiel hissed and smiled sarcastically
"What are your plans for the future?"
Castiel finished his drink and Crowley poured the man some more. Castiel held the liquid trapped in his mouth and swished it around with his tongue a bit.
"I'll find a job, I guess." Castiel's shoulders rose up and down for a weak shrug
"Marvellous." Crowley quickly rose up from his seat and tapped the table "I have just the job for you."
The man walked out of the room, Castiel rolled his eyes once again. There was no way he's gonna consider his uncle's idea because the man was nuts. Crowley came back with that day's newspaper and laid the crinkled paper flat on the table. Castiel squinted his eyes and examined theadvertisements.
"Here." Crowley pointed at an advert in the middle of the page
Castiel squinted his eyes and shot his uncle a dissatisfied glare. The older man seemed amused. He cackled and playfully slapped his nephew's shoulder. The advertisement said: We are now hiring male stripers.
"I'm just messing with ya." Crowley turned the page and pointed at tiny black letters at the bottom of the page
Castiel leaned in to read the tiny script and looked back at his uncle confused.
"A bodyguard?"
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Crowley raised the glass up to his lips "It's the closest to your childhood dream you'll ever get."
"I don't trust this." Castiel shook his head lightly and glanced at the text again
"Exactly." the man pointed "That's marketing. If you put a big shiny exclamation mark right there in the middle the people are gonna be swarmed by amateurs and wannabees. They need sharp people, trustworthy people. People like you."
"Are you sweet talking me?" Castiel smirked "You set this up, you knew I was coming."
"I can't say that I didn't plan this." Crowley shrugged "I knew my beloved nephew will need cash so I took a glance at the local newspaper and-"
"Yeah, yeah." Castiel cut his uncle off "It's not like I have another choice."
"You can always be a stripper."
"I think that's more up your alley, don't you think, uncle?" Castiel snickered and ripped off the corner of the paper "Do you have a phone?"
"Of course I have a phone, who do you think I am, a caveman?" Crowley scoffed
"You look like one." Castiel snorted
"You can't out-sass me, boy."
"I already did." the blue-eyed man murmured before walking out of the kitchen to look for a telephone
There was a phone in the kitchen but Castiel didn't feel comfortable talking with someone while his uncle was in the room. Castiel trusted Crowley but hell knows what kind of dumb idiotic ideas would pop into the man's head while he was having a serious conversation.
Castiel went upstairs and sat at the end of the hall. He grabbed the phone off the wall and quickly dialled the number. Castiel was nervous, he never did something like this alone, his brother was always with him. Now the man had to do everything on his own, Crowley wasn't going to babysit him all the time and Cas knew that.
The man bit his lip anxiously. The person he was calling wasn't answering. Castiel was about to hand up when he heard a faint cracking noise and the beeping finally stopped.
"Winchester. Who's calling?" a masculine voice spoke at the other end of the phone
"C-Castiel." the man gulped
"Cool... You wanna elaborate?" the man chuckled
"Oh, I'm here for the...the..." Castiel shuffled in his pockets looking for the piece of paper
"The job?"
"Yes." Castiel gripped the phone tighter
"Alright..." the man paused for a few seconds, there was shuffling in the background "You're in."
"What?" Castiel almost choked "What do you mean?"
"I mean that you get the job, genius." the man on the other line snickered "I'll send you the address and you can go."
"Wait, like...like now?" Castiel shuffled
"No, two years from now." the man snickered again "Yes, now. Right now."
"Oh, I understand." Cas nodded
"Great. Don't take too long."
Castiel was about to speak but the man hung up. Castiel stared at his phone confused and answered immediately when it started ringing.
"Did you call me from a home phone?"
"Yes." Castiel said
"Jesus... Okay." the man sighed "1247 Wolf Pen Road. Got it?"
"Yes, I got it." Castiel visualized the street in his head
"1247 Wolf Pen Road." the man repeated "Don't take too long."
Castiel placed the phone back. he closed his eyes again to create an image of the area he's supposed to go to. Castiel sighed realizing that it was the area of the rich. Playboy bunnies, washed up celebrities, wannabee rock stars with no talent who get paid way too much and politicians. Castiel rubbed the bridge of his nose. He would've been happy to be a security guard at some random mall or a grocery store. Now he's going to be yet another attack dog of some random pop-star who hasn't even hit puberty yet. Well, Castiel didn't complain much. He had no other choice or maybe he was just too lazy to look for another.
Those stupid kid celebrities paid way too much because they had no idea how to manage their fortunes. Maybe the job wasn't going to be that bad.
