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Borrowing Iofiel from a friend (Iofiel Ecanus is her author name on here) JNot done this for a while. A big thank you to anyone who has read my old stories. I like to think that my writing has improved a lot since then. But I mainly use Fanfiction for fun anyway. Iofiel is an angel, my friend and I came up with the idea that her dad is Metatron. She's a warrior and a very knowledgeable scribe. Also, with the whole family doesn't end with blood concept, Iofiel views Castiel as an older brother type of figure and that's how she refers to him. Whereas for Celeste she views him as her uncle.

'Done.' Celeste gave a sigh of satisfaction as she clicked submit and logged off.

She pushed off of the table leg and allowed the wheelie chair to spin around the living room. Celeste leaned back to stare at the ceiling and smiled. How fun it was to meddle with the lives of others, especially when they were completely unaware that you were doing so.

Iofiel entered the room covered in paint splattered dungarees; her usual attire. She ran a hand through her long, light brown hair. The colour reminded Celeste of the autumn woods she cherished so much. A lot of good memories of hanging out with Shadow belonged to those woods.

'Hey Celeste. What have you been up to?'

'Oh nothing much. Research mostly. I can see you've been busy with the brushes again.'

Iofiel looked down at the streaks of paint and laughed. 'Your skills of deduction are as sharp as ever. I'll show it to you later.'

'I'd love to see it.'

'Later,' Iofiel insisted as she walked over to the table and logged onto her laptop.

'Relax Ofi, I know how you get before you finish a painting. You hate anyone seeing a work in progress, I get it.'

Briefly Iofiel narrowed her eyes at Celeste before she loaded up the screen.

'Is that a dating website?'

Iofiel nudged Celeste with her elbow. 'Do you mind?'

'Ooh. Have you found a match yet?'

'Even if I had, why would I tell you?'

Celeste gasped — feigning hurt. 'I thought we told each other everything.'

'Nope. Please give me some privacy.'

She patted Iofiel on the shoulder and said, 'I have a feeling that you'll be very pleased with the results.'

Iofiel was focused on the fact she had a notification of a possible match. This had never happened before. Suddenly Celeste's words registered. 'What?' She turned to confront her, but she was already gone.

A million unpleasant thoughts scurried through her head. What had Celeste done this time? And why did it have to involve this website… With a deep breath she opened the mail icon. And saw his name.

'Sam,' she exhaled heavily.

The acrylic fumes were starting to make her feel nauseous. This "match" didn't help.

'Celeste! What did you do?'

Celeste strolled into the room with a can of lemonade and sipped it slowly. She looked at Sam's profile on the website. 'He likes going to art museums, I think you're onto a winner.'

Iofiel grabbed one of Celeste's feathers and twisted it between her thumb and index finger. Celeste gritted her teeth in response. 'I swear, I will yank your feathers out, one by one, unless you tell me what you did. Why is Sam on here?'

'Okay, okay. I made a profile for him and used my powers to make you both a match. It was just a joke.' She couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips. It died when Iofiel twisted her feather with more force. 'A stupid joke. Please stop!'

'You want me to stop? Why should I? You never stop when you do these things. Do you? Does Sam even know about this? Wait, don't answer that. Of course he doesn't.'

Iofiel huffed, released her pinch on Celeste's feather and pushed her away. 'I… I can take the profile down.'

The fabric of Iofiel's dungarees crinkled as she turned to look at Celeste over her shoulder. 'Don't bother. I think Sam should see your handiwork.'

'He's out with Dean at the moment.'

'Perfect, we'll wait till there home.'

The atmosphere was palpable, like someone was pushing down on top of Celeste's head. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. 'Um…'

'Just. Don't speak, all right? Go sit down and read a book or something.'

Celeste felt a sharp pang go through her heart. She knew how deep Iofiel's feelings ran for Sam and yet she selfishly decided to toy with them. Heaven's stupid Nephilim law would have prevented any romantic relationship between them, not that Sam would have viewed Ofi in that way. He loved her as a family member, like he did with Celeste. He was pretty switched on too. Celeste believed that Sam knew how Iofiel felt about him. So he was going to be extra pissed at Celeste for creating a fake profile to set him up with Iofiel.

And no doubt Dean would throw his beer caps in too; a long lecture about risking their location and how reckless it was to share publicly Sam's real name and blah, blah, blah. Then another thought occurred to Celeste. She retrieved her phone from her pocket and went to sit on the couch. An urgent ping made Iofiel jump in her seat. She opened her phone and acknowledged the text with a low growl.

Does Cas know?

She turned round to stare at Celeste. 'What do you think? He's my brother. He'd freak out if he so much as saw me looking at this type of website.'

'What if I turn it into a dating website for angels?'

'Don't be silly. Like that would be believable.'

'There's a lot of your kind on earth, nowadays.'

'That is true, but they are not here seeking love with one another.'

'Heart Halos, Cupid's Couples — the possibilities are endless.'

Iofiel attempted to stifle her laugh with her hand, but her smile broke through. 'Don't make me laugh, I'm supposed to be mad at you.'

'What can I say? I'm a regular comedian.'

'You're a regular something, that's for certain. I'm still letting the boys know when they get back.'

'Even if Uncle Cas finds out too…'

'At least it would be fair then.'

'I guess.'

Celeste went to the bookshelf and selected a book about Wendigoes. Perhaps if she did some research, Sam would be in a more forgiving mood when he found out what she had done…