NotaPunk: That's right! I'm updating this BEFORE I said I was I just got too excited one day to resist!
BTW the first person who guess who is Crowley's Secretary gets a prize, a high five! X)
Chapter 7
Crowley smirked when he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket. He had a very important appointment today, to check up on his car. And maybe flirt with a certain trucker cap wearing salvage yard owner. Two days seemed like enough time to make the man confused and nervous. Especially with what happened at the end of their last meeting.
Crowley pushed a button on his office phone, the voice of his secretary answered. "Yes ?" The young man tried to sound self assured, but Crowley could sense the slight tremble in his voice. He could almost taste the anxiety that rolled off of him. Crowley rolled his eyes; weak men were only fun for one or two days. He much preferred stubborn, manly men who didn't take shit for anyone.
"Allan, would you please call up and , and have their teachers send them up here." Allan was not stupid, he knew when his boss wanted something it better be done within the next five minutes. Now normally that wouldn't be a problem, this wasn't the normal situation. Balthazar Talbolt was renowned for his inability to be on time.
So when Allan did call he was surprised that the two students had gotten there on time. His eyes widened at the boys, and his mouth was open. He felt himself beginning to babble when Balthazar moved to reveal a girl with long red hair.
The fair skinned beauty was none other than Anna Milton, the younger of the Milton twins. Rumors around the school were that she was currently dating her brother's roommate. Allan smiled in relief, thanking god for sending an Angel to look after him.
The couple kissed good bye and the siblings simply waved. The dark haired male looked uncomfortable. And Allan could sympathize with him. It must be awkward for two very important people in your life to be dating. Though to consider the older Talbolt (or either, if Allan was honest with himself) a friend, you had to wonder about Castiel's sanity.
Allan sent both students in, and wished them luck. Mentally, he prayed that they weren't in some sort of trouble that caused them to be sent up to . Well, he prayed mostly for Castiel. Balthazar was a lost cause.
Crowley smirked at the teens, gesturing for them to sit. Both took their seats, pushing the chairs as far as possible as they could. The dark haired man was known for throwing things at students when he wasn't pleased. And neither boy knew why they were called up.
Crowley stared at Balthazar, "Do you know what day it is?"
Balthazar raised one eyebrow the man, "Tuesday."
"Yes, and?" The man studied his clean finger nails, looking for any dirt underneath them, in a nonchalant way.
Balthazar sent a look to Castiel, who only shrugged; he was just as confused as his friend. The blonde turned to Crowley, "And there's three more days until Saturday."
"Partially correct, but that's not why I called you in here. I need you to take me to Mr. Singer's." Balthazar opened up his mouth, to politely tell his principal that he wasn't going to drive him to get sucked off, when there were cheap hookers across the street that had low standards. "Before you even open your mouth to protest, do remember why we have to go there in the first place." The blonde shut his mouth and furrowed his eyebrows, sending a dirty look to the principal. "I suggest you call Milton to cancel your 'study' session for tonight. Give her a few hours notice so she can look up another one of her other 'study' buddies."
The Scott's over usage of air quotes and what he implied pissed Balthazar off, while it just confused Cas. The dark haired teen tilted his head in his usual adorable manner. Balthazar clenched his teeth, and stood back, pushing his seat back. Crowley was lucky that the blonde couldn't lay a finger on him, or else he'd be half way to hell.
The blonde turned to leave, and Cas went to follow him when he was stopped by their principal's voice. "Milton, you have a visitor at the front gates. Tell him to leave or else I'll call the police."
Castiel nodded his head once, and then ran.
He had no idea who would visit him. Sure his family lived in town, but he saw them every Sunday. And the couple of friends that he did have attended St. Katherine's with him. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, maybe it was Sam. Castiel shook his head, making the thought leave his mind. They went on one date (maybe, he wasn't quite sure), and didn't even have eachother's numbers. Which was pretty short sighted on both of their parts.
So, when he finally did reach the gates, he felt like he couldn't breathe. The familiar hair and smile. The way the man's eyes shined. His fingers wrapped in a loose hold on the cool metal bars. His heart began to speed up, but he refused to show his happiness and surprise.
When the man caught sight of Castiel, his smile widened, and his eyes closed. It was the most beautiful smile Castiel had ever seen, and he never noticed how much it affected him until the next time he saw it.
The man opened his eyes finally and stared at Cas, and when he spoke, his voice was tired, but cheerful. Like it always was. "Hey lil' bro."
Castiel finally let the breath he was holding out and with it he whispered, "Gabriel."
NotaPunk: BUHBUMBUM! :P Another Milton has entered the field! What could this mean? Stay tuned for the next chapter of…..Don't Think My Father Would Approve of You!
