Some more for those of you who are reading this. Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming.
Castiel acknowledges that there is something odd about Dean Winchester.
Green eyed Dean.
Dean who makes about as much effort as Castiel does.
Yet somehow Dean is known.
Well liked.
Castiel puts it down to his good looks and rumoured 'slutty' endeavours with a large percentage of the high schools female population.
Not that Castiel listens to rumours.
And even if Dean were a 'slut', it wouldn't be any sweat off of his back.
Perhaps he'd prefer it that way.
Only he'll never know because he'd rather not ask Dean questions, period.
He comes to this conclusion whilst entering his hallway.
The lights are out. But that doesn't mean he's home alone.
He's got a lit cigarette between his lips as he walks along the landing towards the kitchen.
"Castiel?" He hears the voice of Gabriel, his older brother. He's sad to admit he's got more than just the one.
He doesn't reply, too busy inhaling smoke into his lungs.
Gabriel's sat in the dim darkness at the kitchen table.
"I thought it was you, smell of cancer and whatnot,"
Castiel smirks at that.
"I thought I told you no smoking in the house, it stains the walls,"
Castiel flicks ash onto the tiled flooring to emphasise that he sure as hell doesn't care.
"Little shit," Gabriel snaps, but his tone of voice is light. It always is.
"Why are you sitting in darkness?" Castiel enquires.
"Oh, headache,"
"Too many Captain Morgan's again?"
"Shut it you,"
"You should probably go easy on Balthazar's stash,"
"As if that oaf cares,"
Only Balthazar does care and that's why Gabriel does it.
Balthazar is another of Castiel's brothers. Older than Gabriel, but no more grown.
"How was school?" And at that Castiel can tell Gabriel wants nothing more than to be left alone with his sore head in peace.
"Shit," Castiel answers, it's the same one he gives every time Gabriel pretends to be interested.
"Welp, education isn't supposed to be fun Cassy,"
Castiel leaves the kitchen after that.
Gabriel notes that there's some sort of leftovers for him.
But he can't be bothered to eat.
Another cigarette will do him just fine.
