Chapter 2: Spark

"What were you thinking?!" Sam shouted, folding his arms across his chest. He wasn't pleased that his brother went off and helped someone without him and without his usual get up. "What if someone had recognized you?!"

The elder Winchester shrugged his shoulder's lightly. "S'what the trees are for. I fail to understand the issue. I wished to help someone who was in much distress. Though he was rather irritating, I'd rather save him with risk then do nothing."

Sam heaved a sigh, "There was still a danger-"

"There is always a danger." he leveled, stalking over to where Bobby hid his ale. Truth was, it wasn't really a hiding place, more of storage. He fixed himself a drink, then reclined in a chair nearby. "Hazards come with the job Sammy."

"Aye. But-"

"But nothing." Dean interpreted. The younger brother stalked across the room, plopping down in the chair next to his brother. Dean extended a glass of ale, hoping that it would be a type of olive branch. He really wasn't in the mood to argue, not after being lifted fifty feet into the air by a man on his horse. Sam took the glass, taking a sip. Dean gulped his.

"What was he like?" Sam asked.

"The noble?" Dean questioned. Sam nodded his head. "An idle-brained pain in ass. He hath no understanding of people. I mean absolutely none. No tolerance for rudeness or jokes either."

"Yikes." Sam answered, taking another sip of the drink. "So, now this noble knows where we live. We should be worried, should we not?"

"Nay." Dean replied finishing his drink. He rose to his feet, crossing the room and lighting another candle. Then he paced to the window, gazing outside. "He doth not appear to be the type of person to do harm to another. While he may not understand others, he doth appear to be rather warm."

"Warm?"

Dean turned back, frowning slightly. He heaved a small sigh, his shoulders going slack. "Aye. Warm." Sam raised an eyebrow in question. Dean rolled his eyes a little, his brother was always reading too far into his actions. "He's a gentle soul, I got a feel for him. Alright?"

"Are ye the best judge of character?" Sam asked slowly.

"Shuddap." Dean snapped. "I be a great judge of character. Anyway, I doth not think that he hath any intentions of doing harm. He seemed to be looking for something or someone. Maybe even running, not really sure."

"Who's running from what?" Bobby asked, entering the room. He stretched, giving a small yawn.

Dean cracked a wicked grin, "Look who's awake."

"Shuddap." Bobby retorted in the same tone that Dean had used a few moments ago. It was clear the boys had learned a lot from their surrogate father. The elder Winchester walked over to the cabinet and poured Bobby a drink. He handed the drink to Bobby who gave a silent thanks, before stalking over to the window. His eyes fixed on the hamlet in the distance. "So who be running?" he repeated without looking at his boys.

"A noble Dean saved." Sam answered quickly. He made sure to give his brother a glare because he still wasn't okay with Dean doing stupid things on his own. Dean stuck out his tongue in response, then he reached up and bit his thumb. Sam frowned, putting his right arm out while clenching his fist closed and placed his left hand on his biceps.

Bobby turned around and both boys immediately ceased their shenanigans. Bobby glared, sensing that the boys were mocking each other. Dean and Sam both laughed a little and Bobby rolled his eyes. "This noble got a name?"

"Castiel." Dean replied. Bobby's look was quizzical- apparently he had never heard of a Castiel. Though that wasn't really that surprising, its not like they really kept up with all of the nobles. There really wasn't much of a reason too. Commoners would always be commoners in the eyes of the rich, Bobby and the Winchesters were no exception.

"That it?" Bobby questioned. Dean nodded, he didn't know what Castiel's full name was. In fact, he didn't know if Castiel was his real name. Though, Dean didn't think it was any kind of lie- he had nothing to gain from lying. Bobby stroked his beard, mulling something over in his head.

A soft swishing sound was heard, Dean looked over to see that his brother was swishing the remainder of the ale that was left in his glass around. It was something Sam did when he was thinking, he played with whatever objects were nearby. Dean frowned, it was annoying but Sam didn't notice. Or on the off chance that he did notice, he was ignoring him. A silence fell over the room as each pondered something silently.

Dean leaned forward so his elbows were on his knees. What was a noble even doing out in a tiny town like this one? And why on earth would he be traveling alone, without any protection? It wasn't a smart move, the country side was littered with robbers and thieves. Dean wondered how the guy got anywhere without getting hurt.

After all, it was one thing to travel alone when you were well trained to fight. It was easy to get away, to defend yourself- as long as no one got the jump on you. That's part of the reason that Dean was so comfortable traveling alone or with Sam as his companion. Both boys were well trained to fight off a threat.

But Castiel was not that person. He appeared to be clueless, unaware, inattentive, and careless. In fact, Dean couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty. Actually, not even a tiny bit, maybe instead a minuscule amount. Whatever guilt existed was erased the moment that Castiel started to speak. Once he opened his mouth, Dean wanted to strangle him. His ignorance of social customs was only cute for about ten seconds before it started being mind numbingly irritating.

"Dean."

The young man's head jerked upwards, he didn't realize he was spacing out. In fact, he didn't even know if Bobby and Sam had been talking just now. His jaw was slightly slack, as his eyes darted back and forth between his companions. "Wha-?"

"Do ye ever pay heed?" Sam asked in his signature patronizing voice. Half asking the question to Dean and half to Bobby. Bobby cracked a smirk.

"Doth he ever?" Bobby scoffed with a laugh. Dean frowned, closing his mouth and pretending to be insulted. Bobby and Sam gave an in unison 'aw'. To which Dean bit his thumb in their direction, which caused Bobby to smack him upside the head. He didn't appreciate disrespect.

"What were thou speaking of?" Dean snapped, trying to change the subject. He hated when Sam and Bobby ganged up on him- though to be fair half the time it was Dean and Bobby who were ganging up on Sam. His brother probably felt the same way, that's why they took any chance they could to harass one another.

"We were wondering, if we should go into town tonight." Sam pondered out loud. Dean shrugged not really having an opinion on the matter.

"Wherefore? Any wrongs that must be righted?" Dean questioned.

"Nay, but, I saw some rough looking thugs headed into town. We should be watching them just in case." Bobby replied, "I would suggest you and Sam go in and keep an eye on things. If thou wishes for me to go, I shall. Though I think ye two should be enough."

"Aye." Dean nodded, heading out of the room for his usual attire. Sam followed suit, going into his room and changing as well. The two came out, looking identical except for the height and weight difference. Sam pulled his hair back, into a small ponytail and pulled his hood up. Dean already had the hood up.

Dean slug his quiver and bow over his shoulder and Sam pocketed his sword. The one thing that was different about the brothers was what they were skilled in. Dean was skilled in bow hunting, one of the best shots around. His father had taught him how and from a very young age, Dean had been practicing with a bow and arrow.

Yet Sam wasn't that interested in bow hunting. It just wasn't his song and dance, he was never a good shot. Whenever he held a bow and started to aim, his hands started to shake and nerves set in. For some reason he was just really afraid of letting an arrow fly if it wasn't going to hit something. His father was incredibly disappointed that Sam couldn't learn bow hunting. The farther away from the enemy the safer they were.

John didn't like the boys getting up close and personal. Still, Sam couldn't help it, ranged weapons just weren't his cup of tea. So sometimes, Robin Hood would get up close and personal with his enemies and sometimes he would just hang back and shoot. No one seemed to have a problem with that, they didn't even really notice that Robin Hood was two different people.

On nights like this one, both of the boys would act as Robin Hood. Both Dean and Sam would go into town dressed up and ready to go. Then they would split up, looking for people to save. Woman who were in trouble, children, weak men. Really anyone who was on the receiving end of some kind of injustice.

"Ready?" Dean asked, looking at his brother.

"Ready." Sam confirmed.

The two headed down the stairs, Sam jumped past the last few steps. Dean gave a small smile at his brother's eager attitude. You couldn't fake stuff like that, Dean found it amusing. Once the two were all dressed up and ready to go they headed for the door. Bobby stopped them though, before they could get completely gone.

"You two idjits, be careful. Dean, watch thy brother. Sam, watch Dean. Keep each other safe." Bobby reached over and grabbed Sam's shoulder. Sam gave a smile from under his hood and Dean nodded. "Hey. Answer me boys."

"Yes sir." Dean and Sam both replied. Bobby smiled, giving Sam's shoulder a satisfying smack. They didn't usually call Bobby sir, but in every once and a while they did. Dean smiled, holding the door open for his brother. Sam exited, then Dean followed closely behind.

The brothers headed out back, Dean reached over touching his horses mane. He loved his horse dearly and they would need both horses to get there quickly. She recoiled at his touch but he soothed her quietly and she relaxed. She was always kind of a nervous horse, ever since he got her. He climbed onto her back, steadying himself.

She moved in a little fit and Dean touched the side of her neck, shushing her. Sam climbed onto his horse, he was a lot more calm. But Dean's horse was reliable, always got him where he needed to go and he loved his baby. Sam looked up at his brother, giving a small nod signifying he was ready to go. It was kind of amazing how they no longer needed to even speak to each other to know what to do.

Years of being together would do that to you. They worked so well together, vocal communication just wasn't needed any longer. The two could look at each other and they would just know what kind of moves to make. They could know, what to do and why. Dean smiled at his brother from under the his hood, then took off toward the village.

The night air was crisp as it whipped against his features. There was a dim glow from the town, the light of a small candle in the dark. If Dean squinted he could see the town in the distance as they rode. The rooftops looked so far away, as they rode. Dean watched as the view of the town grew closer and closer.

Sam took his hood down as he rode, looking over the fields. No one was out anymore, after all it was late. Dean pulled his hood down too, they rode side by side. However, Dean egged on his horse quietly they hadn't declared a race. However, Dean wanted to be the first one to get there. Even if no race was declared, he still wanted to win. He wanted to prove to his brother that his baby was way faster. Sam didn't seem to catch on though, which allowed him to take the lead quietly.

The night was young, Dean gazed up at the stars above him. Taking note of the constellations, he smiled. They rode forward, towards the village. "Wonderful eve!" Sam called, Dean gave him an smile of acknowledgment.

Once they were there Sam and Dean tied their horses to posts by the inn, letting them drink and fraternize with other horses. Sam shifted on his feet, "Ye shall take the north side and I shall take the south?"

"Aye. Sounds fair." Dean answered. He walked down the alley by the inn, looking around for a way to get on the roof tops. It was so much easier for Dean to work when he was high up. He liked being at a high vantage point so he could see everything that was going on. It also helped him to aim and focus. It was hard to shoot and run at the same time, if he was up high then they had to climb up giving Dean time to shoot.

Dean saw a stack of wooden crates, he smiled. That was the ticket, he pulled himself up on top of the first crate. The wood splintered into his arm, Dean swore silently. He pulled himself up, then onto the next and the next. He reached up onto the roof next to the inn, "Alright." he spoke silently. He was half way there, now he had to find someone who he could help.

He walked the rooftops looking for someone who he could help. Amazingly it wasn't that hard to find someone who needed help. Dean hopped from roof to roof, he was silent and stealthy. He wasn't afraid of falling off, he was like a cat. He always landed on his feet.

"Me thinks you hath the wrong person. No one need be harmed. Prithee, let me go." a voice said softly. Dean climbed over the rooftop, glancing down to survey the scene.

"Again?" he muttered.

The voice belonged to none other then the noble from before. Castiel. Dean frowned, did this guy always get in trouble? He had his back to the wall and was surrounded by a group of really unpleasant guys. The two for one special today. Dean sighed, readying his bow. He wondered silently if this was going to become a reoccurring thing between them.

Though Castiel didn't know that it was Dean who was saving his ass for the second time today.

"'Fraid not young pup. Tell me, what gold doth thee have? Hand it over and we may let ye go." the ring leader replied. "What doth that whistle do? Looks valuable." he asked, pointing at a relic that Cas was clutching over his heart. Cas turned his shoulders away from the enemy holding the object closely.

Dean drew an arrow, readying it for if the bandits stepped any closer to the tan cloaked noble. He readied himself, knowing that this time wouldn't be like the last. Dean was close enough that he would see the lights go out in the man's eyes. He would see the life leave his body if he shot from this close of a range. To be totally honest, Dean hated killing it made him feel guilty and it gave him nightmares. His father always said that it was us or them, both of the Winchesters hated that about their job. Their father had raised them on the ideal that death was natural and to kill one person to save another was okay. But honestly, Dean felt like when he himself died he was doomed to damnation. God would never forgive him for the lives he had stolen.

If there was even a god. Though that was a debate for another time. Castiel shifted uncomfortably as the thugs laughed amongst themselves. That's when he sprinted for an opening, the bandits didn't seem to see it coming. Which gave Cas a little extra time since they were slow to retaliate. He took off in one direction, but the thieves regained themselves quick enough that they weren't far behind.

"Fie!" Dean cursed quietly. Now he had two choices, shoot and probably miss or run and wait until they catch Castiel. But if they catch him they won't be pleased, still it was a matter of if Dean was a quicker draw. He decided not to risk taking the shot from here, he sprinted after them. Climbing over the roofs, with ease. It was official, he had been doing this far too long.

He watched Castiel's route carefully trying to predict where the noble would turn next. Dean found that it wasn't too hard to predict him after watching him take the first few turns. So Dean took a short cut to get in front of Castiel, which is when he noticed the group had split up. They were going to trap Castiel so he had no where to run.

Dean leaned over the edge of the roof in the middle, where he approximated Castiel would realize he had no where to run. "Take this." he commanded throwing a rope over the side of the roof. Castiel scrambled over, grabbing the rope and holding on for dear life. Once Dean was positive that he had a good grip on the rope, Dean began to pull. The thugs sprinted towards them, one of them lunged and grabbed onto Cas' boots.

Cas yelped in pain and Dean nearly dropped the rope. Castiel then kicked the man in the face, forcing him to let go. Dean extended an arm, gripping tightly on Castiel's forearm. "I give thanks." he said as Dean pulled him up onto the roof.

"We are not out of the woods, in fact I fear we aren't even close." Dean replied, being careful as to where he turned his head. He didn't want Castiel to see underneath the hood. Then he pulled an arrow pointing it at the closest bandit. These boys weren't stupid, they made a break for it as soon as Dean pulled out the arrow. "Fie!"

He let an arrow fly, hoping to take at least one of them out. His arrow landed in the guys shoulder which only caused him to stumble. Dean let them get away, though he wished he hadn't. Now they could hurt someone else. He sighed, thinking about how angry his father would be if he was still alive. John Winchester hated when his prey got away. He hated it ten times more when Dean was the reason that his prey got away. On the upside, at least he had saved one pain in the ass noble.

Speaking of, Dean turned away starting to run. But Castiel reached out to him, grabbing his shoulder and holding on tightly. "Stay." he begged, his grip like iron. Castiel was stronger then Dean first gave him credit for, Dean wasn't able to escape for his claws.

The way he saw it he really had a couple of options here; turn towards him and reveal himself, refuse to speak or look at Castiel and hope that he can get away, or ask to be let go of and hope that Castiel didn't recognize his voice from earlier. Dean chose the middle route or refusing to look or speak to the noble. He squirmed for a little while but soon realized it was futile and gave up. It appeared the two were at a stalemate, neither wanted yield.

Dean felt his cheeks flush a little, he wasn't sure if it was from the chase or if it was from the embarrassment of being held still. His father would never be so careless, his father was never caught. Yet here he was being held by a pesky noble that wouldn't let go. The good news was that Castiel wasn't tugging on him and pulling him closer. Or maybe forcing him to turn around.

It was the noble who broke the silence, "Pray tell, wherefore do you turn away?" he asked in a quiet but dead voice. Dean tugged on his arm and his shoulder, Castiel's arm fell away but Dean didn't run. He knew that if he tried to Castiel would just grab him again. Dean glanced back in his peripherals but all he saw was the inside of his hood. After a long moment of silence, Castiel spoke again in a lower voice. "Prithee..."

His father would have never said anything, so Dean didn't either. But strangely, he wanted too. Dean wanted to talk to him, if anything else to get him to go away. Dean just wanted to be alone with failure. This was a failure, his father would think so. He sighed quietly, he heard soft footsteps Castiel paced around to the front of Dean. Immediately Dean turned away.

"I believe you hath saved my life, twice now. Pray tell, what is thy name?" Castiel asked one more time, his voice even lower. Dean looked down at his feet, feeling the adrenaline leaving his body slowly. He was coming down off the chase, now instead of a tingling feeling of adrenaline he just had a deeply rooted feeling to run. Dean bit down on his lip, making sure to silence himself.

Dean could feel Castiel's gaze hot on his back. It was incredibly uncomfortable, not being able to turn and reciprocate a look. Cas stepped forward, penetrating Dean's space. He started to step away but then Cas reached forward and grabbed the back of Dean's hood. Instinctively, the elder Winchester stopped- holding still and praying the hood wouldn't fall down. A moment of stillness flooded over both of the boys.

"Don't..." Dean said quietly. Though he wasn't really sure what he was referring too. Don't pull down the hood, don't talk, don't step in front of him, don't come any closer. Or maybe it referred to himself; don't run, don't stay, don't let him see who you are. Whatever the vague message meant it wasn't getting through to either of the boys.

He watched in horror as Castiel's hands penetrated his peripheral vision. Yet, Dean didn't move he didn't yield or run away. He stood tall, like a statue in severe weather. Cas took the sides of Dean's hood from behind and slowly pulled.

Dean closed his eyes as the hood fell away, he heard Cas exhale shakily behind him. Dean was submitting to his fate, he knew that he'd been caught. He knew that there was no hope for him escaping. This was the reason why he never wanted to be close to the people he saved or the people that he fought back. They couldn't help themselves, they had to know who was under the hood.

"Dean?" Castiel asked quietly. While his voice was usually quiet and dead, this time he was a little nervous. The jig was up, Dean turned slowly his face downcast. When he glanced up for a just a moment all he saw were quiet blue eyes.

"Aye..." Dean said quietly. Pulling his hood back up over his head.

"You...?" Castiel asked again. Dean nodded patiently. "...I thank thee..."

Dean smiled a little under the hood. Of all the things that Castiel could have said, he decided to thank him. Even if he was a pesky, clueless noble, at least he was able to give thanks and to give credit where credit was due. For that, Dean was glad he rarely got thanks for anything that he did. He had to admit it felt good for someone to acknowledge that he was doing good work.

"I welcome thee." Dean replied in a hushed tone. He turned away, sliding down the roof to a more flattened surface. That also made it so that he was farther away from street. He hoped that this would help so other people couldn't see him. Castiel followed behind Dean apparently thanking him wasn't Cas' only intention. Dean slumped against the roof top, from here he would be invisible to the streets below. "What?"

Castiel sat down next to him, but his eyes were fixed on the stars above. Dean decided to look up to, finding a warrior in the stars. In his mind's eye he could see a warrior dressed in white drawing back a bow and pointing it at a dragon. The dragon was roaring loudly, but the warrior was unyielding. "It must be fate." Castiel mused out loud. The elder Winchester really wasn't sure what to to say to that. "It could be nothing else."

"Wherefore?" Dean asked, he was confused but his eyes were fixed on the constellations above. Castiel gave a small chuckle under his breath.

"Thou hath already saved me, twice. I must be honest, I hath never been saved so many times by the same person. In fact, I doubt I hath ever even gotten in this much trouble consecutively." Castiel replied with thought. "The outside world is rather new to me-"

"You think?" Dean questioned sarcastically.

"Aye." Cas responded immediately, though his voice was still pretty dead. He couldn't figure out how a person could sound dead and clueless at the same time. Dean sighed, he didn't get the point. Then he rolled his eyes impatiently, Cas blinked a few times."Oh, sarcasm." Dean nodded, giving a smile. Castiel's cheeks flushed pink, he felt stupid and it was pretty clear on his face.

The two of them gazed over the town, "It's beautiful is it not?"

"What?" Cas replied.

"The town, the night. All of it." Dean decided.

"Aye. True..." Castiel agreed. "So will I see you again? Or shall you disappear from my life now that I know thy secret?"

"What?" Dean replied surprised. He wasn't really used to a guy suggesting that he wanted to see him again. "I... I guess..." Castiel gave a small smile, which Dean reciprocated. "I must go."

"Wherefore?"

"I hath more people to save. Believe it or not there are more people who get into trouble besides thou." Dean answered with a little laugh. Dean rose to his feet, Cas followed suit, though he was a bit shaky. For some reason he was nervous being on a roof, which made no sense to Dean since he was fine on a flying horse. It was strange, it was like he didn't trust himself not to fall.

Dean gripped Castiel's upper arm steadying the noble with relative ease. Dean had no intention of getting off the roof, but he helped Cas over to some crates where he could climb down. While Cas lowered himself down Dean was sure to stay close as support. He really didn't think that Cas would have a problem but he wasn't sure.

"Stay out of trouble." Dean commanded. "I may not be around to save you next time."

"I have a feeling you will." Castiel replied, standing on the last crate. He stopped to gaze at Dean with that cold expectant stare. From beneath Dean's hood he gave an irritated stare. He didn't always want to have to be around to catch Castiel when he fell. To be fair, he hoped that by now Cas would do the same for him. Though he didn't know.

"No vows shall be made." Dean retorted.

"Fair."

"Now go." Dean said giving a small smile, "Before I should change my mind."

What could he say? As clueless as he might be and even as annoying as his attitude might be, Dean kind of liked the guy. There was something redeeming about his cluelessness. But only a little bit. Castiel nodded slowly, before hopping down and heading for the inn. Dean watched him all the way there just to be sure that he got there. The last thing he needed was Castiel getting into trouble again.

He was becoming a regular damsel in distress.

Still, he was at heart a good man. Dean could tell, he had a natural ability to read people. He was able to sense who people were just by talking to them. That's usually how he figured out if a mark was really someone he should take out. A lot of thieves were just kids who needed money for their sick families. Or maybe they just couldn't earn enough from their day to day activities. A lot of thieves had ulterior motives. In fact, Dean didn't think he had ever met a person who stole things just because.

Take him and Sam for example, they both stole to help other people. They took from those who abused their power and they gave to those who were in need. Or perhaps his father, who did it for those reasons but underneath that it was about revenge. Vengeance against those people who refused to help people in need.

The boys were raised into the life and they had no intentions of abandoning it. They couldn't leave the life even if they wanted too. It had a ways of sucking you back in to its gaping jaws. Plus, they would feel as if they were letting their father down if they didn't keep at it. In truth, Dean hated the life. He hated the job, but it was a part of who he was. There was no way that he could stop being a thief, that was like denying a whole part of him.

Dean found his way to the church, where he perched on the top of the tower. He could see the whole town, it was all lit up. Dim lights in the windows, warm like a candle. It was a little surprising to see the town so warm. It was pretty low temperature wise, so seeing the whole place glow in the night made him feel a little warmer.

It was strange, when he was up on that pegasus he was so nervous. The whole thing was so terrifying because he had no control over what happened. Yet, when he was up here like this- when he knew that he was safe, it was actually pretty calming. Dean breathed in the cold fall air, smelling the scent of the country, pines, grass, and a small hint of apples.

This was a nice place to sit and think. Dean perched silently, watching the people below. They were like tiny ants, scurrying off about their business. They all had somewhere to be, home. Dean frowned a little, he wondered what it was like to have a home. A place that he could come to every day and his mom would be there cooking while he, his dad, and Sam would get in from working in the fields.

To have a place where they could all be together every day. A place that was warm and comfortable, a place that he was loved. Not that he wasn't loved now, Bobby and Sammy did their best. But, what if he had what everyone else had? What if he was just a regular guy? Just like everyone else. Not that it really matter, he was never going to be everyone else.

He would always be Dean Winchester, the man who was Robin Hood when no one was looking. The older brother to Sam Winchester and son of John and Mary Winchester. The wise cracking, good looking, son of a bitch that he was. He would never be able to be anyone else.

But, when he was alone there was always time to wonder what it would be like as someone else. What it would be like to be just some other guy. Instead of some infamous criminal that was revered by some and hated by others. It was all just so taxing. Being a hero and villain at the same time.

Or even being someone like Castiel. Being someone who was born with everything instead of nothing. He wondered why Castiel left it behind for a country side like this. There was nothing here, nothing worth mentioning anyway. Though, Dean didn't really know anything about Cas for sure. He just wasn't sure what he really knew about the guy, besides the fact that he was a noble and he got into trouble on a regular basis apparently.

"Who art thou?" Dean asked a loud to no one. Then he paused a moment, "In fact, who am I?"

He gazed down at the village below. He took in another deep breath, country, pines, grass, a small hint of apples, and burning wood? Dean rose to his feet circling around the tower, looking for the source. Was something on fire? Dean circled around to the back of the tower, that's when he saw.

The inn was set ablaze.

Curse me and my cliff hangers. I'm such a jerk.

So Cas, getting to be a regular thing eh? Thanks for the feedback thus far, I'm no pro in Elizabethan so I'm sorry if some of the lines come out a little stiff. I hope that I will settle into it better as time goes on. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and you guys can bare with me as I settle into it. I'm doing my best, Castiel has a little bit more of a modern and respectful tone so I always feel like he comes off a bit better. Never the less, I'm doing my best so I hope you like it.

I really do, cause I have a lot of fun writing it and I have a lot of fun planing it. It makes writers block for 'Silhouette' a lot easier. I like to work through a creativity block with more creativity so bouncing back and forth between this story and that one helps a little bit. In other news, my medication is making me ill and its awful...

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