Tittle: Tired
Challenge: Lap
Word Count: 100 on the dot
Disclaimer: Clearly, the Winchesters are in Krpkie's capable hands. Sort of.
A/N: I really want to hug Castiel right now.
Castiel wasn't an angel. He didn't have to take orders from anyone. But if Dean said jump, he knew to ask, "How high?"
He walked back to his cabin and sat down. Folding his hands in his lap, he meditated. He was tired of fighting, of throwing himself into a cause, just to have it thrown back into his face.
He turned around when he heard beads jangle. A blonde walked in. "Hi," she said shyly, "I'm Elise."
Well, he was tired, but there were some things he'd never be sick of.
He could at least bury himself in sin.