Chapter Seven

Set from – On The Head Of A Pin

Castiel arrived in Queens, New York with a flap of his wings. He looked at the building in front of him. It was made of brick with deteriorating posters plastered all over it. He looked to his left and saw two severely intoxicated men slumped on the pavement.

"What are you looking at buddy?" one of them called

Castiel took a little while to realise that they were actually speaking to him. He wasn't use to direct contact with humans, except for Dean and Sam.

"Umm…I'm looking at you" Castiel replied "And what is a 'buddy'?"

"Look at this guy huh…thinks he's some big shot" said the other man

Castiel was becoming very confused. He had no idea what either a 'buddy' or a 'big shot' was.

"Whataya mean 'what is a buddy?" said the first man "Are ya like, retarded or something?

Castiel knew what that meant.

"No I am not of diminished mental capacity, you shouldn't use that derogatory word to describe others of your kind" said Castiel "Now please, stop initiating conversation with me, I must go"

Castiel went around the corner, so that the intoxicated men would not see him suddenly disappear. Despite there obvious lack of awareness, and tact, Castiel still did not want to frighten the men by vanishing into thin air.

Once he got around the corner, he was in a dark alley, where no humans were present. Castiel stopped to sense what room this Andy Simmons was in.

He was on the seventh floor, room 212. With a flap of his wings, he was there.

Andy was staring out of the hotel window, Castiel was going to just kill him, right then and there, because he was so full of rage.

But he decided to look into Andy's mind, just to see what he was thinking…

"Andy, I didn't know that it was going to upset you so much.

All I did was get a different brand of pasta"

"But you know that I like the other kind"

"I thought you might like to try something different, just for once"

"I've told you before, slut, you shouldn't assume anything; everything that comes into this house and everything that goes on in your life is up to me and you should know that by now."

"I'm sorry Andy, it won't happen again"

"You always say that, but you'd better mean it this time. You're my property, and you'd be smart to start acting like it!"

"Okay"

"Okay what?"

"Okay sir…"

Then thought changed… something that had happened earlier…

"I saw you with that girl Andy. You were all over her. You shouldn't be doing that Andy, it's not cool. We live together, you should have more respect for me…"

"Don't walk away from me Andy, we have to talk about this, it's not okay"

"Just get out of my face Ella, God."

"What? What Andy? What are you going to do about it, huh?"

There are no words; the thought just turns to red, as he punches Ella right in the face.

Castiel was so angry. Beyond angry. He was hate-filled, murderous.

He walked closer to Andy, with a look of pure hate on the face of his vessel. He bent down right above his shoulder.

"Hello Andy" he said.

So, what do you think?

And yes, I know it's been a long wait for this chapter, but I had writer's block for ages, and couldn't think of what do write.

I'm aware that's it's not my best work, but I still tried. Oh, and thank-you to everyone that's reviewed so far. I appreciate it

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