She counted six heads, and none belonged to him. Biting her lip, Olivia continued to glance around the small airport, looking like a lost puppy with three oversized luggage stacked precariously behind her. Taking her phone out of her jeans pocket, she groaned at the lack of battery and stuffed it on her backpack just before two cold hands covered her eyes. On instinct, she elbowed her attacker on the ribs and, being able to see again, managed to neutralize the guy by holding the offending arm behind his back.
'W-what the hell was that for, Liv?' A familiar male voice wheezed out.
Olivia looked down at the person crouched in front of her before gasping and letting go of the limb she was still holding.
'Castiel?' She asked, walking slowly towards her best friend. 'Cas! Shit, I'm so sorry. I... I was just defending myself.' Looking down in embarassment, she wriggled her hands nervously, while waiting for him to recover.
'Jus-just promise me you'll teach whatever the hell this was.' He demanded and didn't hold back a laugh at the whole situation before stopping and wincing in pain. 'Damn, can't even laugh now...' He sat down on the airport floor holding his left side and smirked at the brunette, who looked up, reciprocating the smile.
'You were always a weakling.' She teased before getting up and holding her hand for him to take it, listening to the boy mutter a few curse words while walking towards his car.
x
The front yard looked like it had been mowed yesterday and the house looked as clean as it had ever been; her aunt really was the neat freak Olivia had always thought she was. Looking around the empty house, it was slowly dawning on the teenager that she was going to spend the next two years taking care of herself. After moving to Siberia for an year, Viola and James Bianchi had landed on a wonderful job in Malta at a newly discovered archaeological site, and after a few days of smooth talking, Olivia had managed to book a flight back to Sweet Amoris – as much as she loved her parents and traveling the world, she wasn't about to miss her last years of school to look at some five hundred year old bones.
'Earth to Olivia?'
Completely lost in her thoughts, the brunette let out a small scream when she felt a hand on her back, before turning around to find Castiel with an amused expression on his face. She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks grow hotter and looked away, walking towards the stairs.
'I just can't believe I'll live all by myself for two years... Don't you get bored?' She asked, walking up to the second floor, knowing her friend was surely going to follow. A few months after moving out, Castiel had called her to tell her how his parents had emancipated him, since they were getting too busy with their work.
'I have Demon.' He shrugged. 'Besides, now that you're back I'll have constant company...' Before she could even reply, he had picked her up like a sack of potatoes and thrown her upper body over his shoulder like she weighted nothing – Olivia noticed, making a mental note to remember when Castiel had become so strong.
'Where are you taking me?' She complained, wriggling her body in annoyance.
Unbeknownst to her, all her moving around had hitched her dress up, giving Castiel a view of her uncovered thighs. The hand holding the back of her knee to his chest started moving up on her legs, but before he could even think of reaching its final destination, Olivia had smacked him on the back of the head. He let go of her as quickly as humanly possible, feeling his face turn beet red.
'You pervert!' She screamed. 'I can't believe you were about to cop a feel!'
Snapping out of his quick stupor, Castiel scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. 'Sorry, Liv.'
She sighed and shook her head, before taking his arm and dragging him to her room.
'Just shut up and help me take my stuff out of these boxes.'
He complied without a second thought.
x
Her cold bedroom floor had never been more cozy.
'I missed you.'
'I'm here now.'
'Will you stay?'
'Forever.'
They were beyond best friends – more like extensions of each other. They could function without the other, they just didn't want to. There was history in their eyes, in the way they smiled at each other. The sparks that runned between them; like thunders before the storm, or a volcano on the verge of erupting were difficult to miss.
We are best friends.
The way they say each other names, though – that told us otherwise.
