Celeste: Messing with Cas is fun *mischievous grin*. Feel free to review and enjoy the antics ;)
"Celeste!" I wince as I hear my name be boomed by my uncle Cas.
Smiling sweetly as he appears in the spacious living room (very convenient) I grin as he holds up his trench coat.
"Something wrong with your coat?" I ask casually as he eyes shine with disapproval.
"The buttons are missing. I want to know how and why, now," he demands as I roll my eyes.
"Look. I promise this isn't a scheme between myself and Uncle Ga-" before I can finish saying his name my uncle Cas heads towards the habitat of my uncle Gabe; the kitchen.
"Gabriel why have you encouraged her to tamper with my coat?" I hear him growl from my safe location hovering under the ceiling.
"What? I didn't. She's having you on Bro," my uncle Gabe smirked slightly as he continued to ice a cupcake with white buttercream.
"I don't –"
"She is lying. She said I wasn't involved so you would think that she was lying and come and scold me rather than her," he explained calmly as he eyed his brother, who held his usual absent-minded expression. It was like the swinging pendulum of a grandfather clock had abruptly stopped. "It's simple. Reverse psychology. Uh. Do you need back up?"
"Yes I would appreciate it," my uncle Cas replied defeated as he hung his head slightly.
Nodding Gabriel followed him to the living room. Hearing my beating feathers he glanced up and called,
"Celeste, get your butt down here. Don't you make me come up there."
Noting the warning tone I landed quickly and whined,
"Uncle Gabe. You're not usually like this."
"Well that's what happens when you interrupt my baking session. Never get in my way of cupcake heaven. Now what did you do to his coat?" he looked at me sternly, man he's not kidding about the cupcakes.
Grinning I shrug and gesture to the coat that my uncle Cas is holding like a wounded child in his arms.
"Take your guess. It is in perfect condition. Maybe a little worn but that is the natural cycle of age and his intrepid travels. Nothing to do with me," I giggle but Cas quickly interjects,
"No it isn't. The buttons are missing Celeste. All of them, clearly they have been ripped off."
Sighing I decide to tell the truth,
"Well what do you expect? Being Huntress cooped up in here. No chew toys or any form of entertainment. It was just lying there on the arm of the couch. How could I resist with those teasing buttons glinting at me? They were begging to be played with."
"I want the buttons back, Celeste. Right now," Cas growls firmly.
A smile dances across my lips and I say cheekily,
"Well at the moment they are going on an amazing journey through Huntress' intestines. So you will have to wait for them to pass out the back door."
"Delightful," my uncle Gabriel says drily before snapping his fingers replacing the buttons. "You are grounded." He points at me before leaving.
Rather than kick up a fuss (excuse the cliché) I go to my room knowing I do kind of deserve it. Think of it in this way; Cas' coat is the equivalent of Dean's impala, if I messed with that I wouldn't expect any less.