author's note: Damn folks, sorry for practically ignoring this story for so long. I had been meaning to write a new chapter for this but never got around to it due to not having time or creativity for it. But a friend reminded me about it and i decided to re-read the first chapter and see if I could dish up something decent for those of you that were interested in this story.

To: PagingJimmy67([dot]com)

From: AngelWarrior([dot]com)

Subject: RE:Trying to hold my tongue

I completely understand what your going through. Though i don't think it's childish to express how you are feeling, during a meeting however with your superiors probably isn't a smart move. If it's any consolation you have me to express your true feelings about what your going through and I will not place any judgment towards you and the things you do.

Yes, you have such valid points. Money isn't everything and it's nice to see someone else have that viewpoint. Most people seem to get this idea in their head that money holds the answer to all your problems. Or worst, the more money that's thrown in your direction, people figure that will persuade what your first words and intentions were to turn into something they want to hear.

You know what I do and sometimes you get the snobby housewife that thinks the more money she tosses on the counter will get her the answers she seeks. People like her don't want my help, not really. They just want you to tell them how perfect they are. Humans really do amuse me with how our way of thinking is.

Believe me when I say, I completely understand what it's like t hold your tongue. Though I don't exactly do it most of the time. I usually just say what's on my mind and most of the time that isn't a good thing.

Regardless, I daresay this is quite a long letter. Forgive me if I rambled on too much.

So Jimmy, how's the novel coming along?

- Castiel

Castiel let out a sigh as he rechecked his writing for any grammatical errors or miss spelled words. Then again, it probably wouldn't do him any good due to it being past three in the morning. Why he was still awake, he didn't know. He never knew. Well, okay that was a lie. Of course he knew why he couldn't sleep. He had been diagnosed with insomnia since he was eighteen and yes, he had been given pills for it. Did he take them? No. He knew the effects it could have on his body and worse, he could get addicted to said pills. The last thing he needed was getting involved into drugs. He had did well and avoided all of the dark stuff that most people went through when it came to the army and all it stood for. The things you see could make the strongest men break down.

He had seen it way to often to be pleased that he came out just fine.

His studies would show and dictate it was due to his strong will power and great hold on control that he seemed to have. That and the fact that he could compartmentalize his mind to when it was time to work and when it was time for other things. His father was a pastor at a well known church back in his home town. His mother had passed away when he had been only three. He didn't really remember her much, only that his sister was the spinning image of her. Anna, a gorgeous red head with a fiery personality to match her hair. He also had two brothers, Gabriel and Michael.

Of course they weren't really his brothers though. His father had adopted them about five and seven years before Castiel had came into the picture. Their mother couldn't have kids at first. At least it seemed that way. Then Anna was born four years before Castiel was. Even though Castiel and Anna were related, they looked nothing alike except for their eyes.

Looking back to the screen, he realized he hadn't even sent it off. With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, he clicked send and let out a frustrated sigh. He knew very vague stuff about the man he was currently messaging. For one, he knew that the stranger's name wasn't Jimmy page. He wasn't an idiot. That was the name from a famous singer from Led Zeppelin. He was a little bit of a fan after all. Perhaps the stranger just wanted to keep their identity a secret for a valid reason? There was always a reason behind everything a person did.

Despite that, everything else the person told him seemed real enough. Castiel let out another sigh before rubbing his eyes. He glanced at his day planner and looked at what was on the agenda for today. It seemed he was going to have to have lunch with Michael. He had forgotten all about that.

One thing Michael did that he was proud of was the fact that he wrote reviews for movies and often got to sit with certain actors, take their quotes about their movies. That and the fact that he always got tickets to the movie he was suppose to review. He'd always get to go to the big blockbuster movie premieres that you usually hear about on television.

Now he remembered what they were going to have lunch together for. It was his turn.

Michael had made it his habit to give the spare ticket to one of his brothers or sister every turn they got. It was his. He just wondered what movie was going to be coming out that he was going to get to see. Maybe he'd even meet a big time actor. That would be neat. Castiel smiled lightly, feeling a little happy about that, then he decided to pass the time by reading a novel he had been working on. James Patterson was known for his killer twists and endings.

Read and review? haha, hope you like it. Not really happy with it, but let's hope it gets better!