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The sun is low in the sky when Castiel arrives outside of the group of identical buildings. Each is made of red brick, with a staircase and a breezeway in the middle. Most have a balcony.
'This can't be right,' he thinks as he pulls a crumbled Post-It from the pocket of his trench coat. He studies the tiny slip of paper carefully, and decides that his calculations are indeed correct, and that he is where he is supposed to be. He takes a second look, just to clarify exactly which building he is going to.
Number 400.
There is a fluttering sound as his wings engage and soon enough he as at the door of 422.
He knocks.
A giggling girl wearing a dress covered with yellow flowers opens the door. Her face clouds when he asks for Meredith Roarke. The girl is hesitant, but she lets him in and points out Meredith's room.
He knocks again, as he has been informed that this is what humans do before entering another's dwelling. He is trying to play this as close to human as he possibly can.
A girl with purple hair and tattoos covering her arms opens the door and yanks him inside.
"What are you doing here, Castiel?" the girl hisses. Her eyes are yellow, and Castiel understands that she doesn't want the girls in the hall to overhear their conversation.
"I need your help."
"Oh no. That's not how this works. See, I've already helped you, remember? We're even. You need to go."
"I am sorry you feel that way Fiona," Castiel replies. He keeps his voice low, and his tone solemn. He recognizes that the ink patterns covering the girl are protective wards that are shielding her location. With a flip of his wrist, they start dissolving one by one.
"You bastard!"
"You have burned most of your bridges, have you not Fiona? It would be a shame if all of your enemies suddenly knew exactly where you were."
The girl watches helplessly as the last of her wards disappear. Her eyes grow wide and her head turns quickly towards the door and Castiel knows that she is hearing dogs barking in the distance.
"What do you want?"
"I need you to keep an eye on some humans for me. I cannot keep getting them out of trouble all of the time and win this war."
"It won't matter," Fiona says quietly as she looks past him and out the window.
"The protection I offer will be even stronger than a few ounces of magical ink."
"If I do this- that is, if I help you again- That's it for me. There is no going back."
"I think we are already past that point, Fiona. You opened the gates and allowed heaven's armies to enter the pit and rescue the Righteous Man. You rebelled against Hell, and then you went into hiding. You are already past the point of no return. Help me with this and I will give you what you asked for two years ago."
"I- you know, this is what humans refer to as blackmail."
"Those dogs sound pretty close, do they not?"
"Damn it all, Castiel! Fine."
"I need a little more than that, Fiona."
"What, do you want to kiss? This isn't a crossroads deal, you know." The girl's voice rises as she looks at the bedroom door in terror and quickly tries to put as much distance between it and herself as she can. "I've got hell hounds literally right outside my door. You're the one holding all of the cards here!"
Castiel sets his jaw and refuses to be swayed from the point. A deal with a demon is not official without an exchange of bodily fluids. He is not excited about this aspect, but it has to be done.
"We have a deal, yes?"
The angel was determined to do this, and maybe it was the hounds baying at her door, but he can tell by the tension in the demon's stance that she will relent.
"Yes," she sighed, her shoulders slump in defeat as she moves forward and around her bed to meet him in the middle. "We have a deal."
Reformed or not, Castiel cannot bring himself to touch the demon, and he sees that she is not enthusiastic about this either. The two of them make great efforts to keep their bodies from touching as they bend at the waist in an effort to make only their lips touch. They miss and fall forward, landing in a tangled heap on the bed.
The demon's head jerks as the door bursts open.
'It is the hounds,' Castiel thinks. He is pressed hard into the mattress as the demon hastily completes the kiss. It is not an entirely unpleasant experience.
"Um, M- Meredith?" A new voice speaks. In the doorway is a girl. She is not the one that Castiel met at the front door. This one has a long blonde braid and she is wearing a strapless pink dress. She has a strange look on her face. Castiel does not understand why. "Is everything okay in here? Steph and I were getting ready to leave for the garden party when the door burst open."
The demon wiggles herself free of Castiel's embrace and straightens her skirt as she stands up.
"Everything's fine, Nicole. My friend Castiel and I were just getting to know each other again. I guess we forgot to close the door all the way." The demon speaks with remarkable calm for one who has so narrowly escaped the grasp of Hell. "I'm sorry we disturbed you."
"Alright. See you later then."
"'Kay, bye now! Oh, close the door behind you, would you?"
"I forgot about that damned garden party," the demon groans once the human girl is gone.
A/n: So there's that. I imagine Castiel's POV as being pretty simplistic. Thank you all for reading!
