Castiel growled low in his throat. He clenched his fingers against the tan coffee cup he had until his knuckles turned white. The tele was spewing some nonsense about the Winchesters again. The cup cracked and the small remainder of coffee that had been in the cup spilled over his hand, scalding him slightly. He shook his hand in disgust to clean it of the liquid and stood as people started to notice the small amount of blood dripping from his fingers. He picked up a napkin and wrapped it around his slightly injured fingers as he walked out the front door.
"Hey! You haven't paid!" One of the waitresses protested. Castiel took no notice of her and tucked his hands into his pockets as he strode down the street. He had decided something when he saw what the Winchesters had done. He had decided it was time to meet these brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. Someone stared at him as he walked past and he sighed. He'd need to get the die out of his hair and he'd take out the contacts. He wouldn't want the Winchesters seeing the wrong him and thinking he wasn't a threat.
Castiel stood in front of the mirror and gently took out the chocolate brown contacts and smiled as he listened to the news report.
"The infamous murderer Castiel Christo has left a note stapled into the chest of his newest body. It reads 'The fire burns bright under your caring hand. Meet me at the place where it all began. –CC'. We have yet to crack the code this is written in or discover the meaning but –" Castiel turned the tele off, he had had enough of listening to that woman's high pitched voice. He went back to the small, dirty motel bathroom and finished washing out the temporary die he had put in his dark hair to tint it and smiled at his reflection as he toweled off his hands. He was finally going to meet his competitors. And it was going to be glorious.