Hello my bunnies. I would like to thankTie-Dyed Broadway and Little Cinch for the lovely review. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So my 'plan' says I have about 5 chapters left, after this one. (Though those who know my 'plans' know that can be a fluid assessment on occasion.) So just giving you warning, we are approaching the end. Though we have some way to get there. A lot can happen in five chapters, believe you me.
Anyway enough about the future. Here's the present. Enjoy the new chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
It was Monday afternoon and Castiel had spent the day doing absolutely nothing. In fact he revelled in it. Nothing was his bread and butter right then. Of course he had got bored after an hour of it. But still, he would not cave. He would not call his brother, and he would not call Dean. But god damn he was bored as frigging hell.
Just then his phone alerted him to an email, but before he could open it to read there was a knock at his door. What was this, not one try's to contact him all freaking day then two at once? It was like bloody buses. With a frown he felt he should probably answer the door first, though when he opened it and saw who was on the other side he wasn't sure he had made the right decision. Turning from the door leaving it open without a word he made his way back to his living room. He didn't need this shit. Whatever this shit was, he was sure he really didn't need it.
Sam had been shaking his head in disbelief as he made his way up to Castiel's apartment, there was no way this was going to work. As such he was pleasantly surprised when the other man didn't slam the door in his face. Though he was rather disconcerted by the fact that Castiel just walked away from him without a word. Entering the apartment and making his way to the living room he found Castiel slouched on the couch with his phone in hand.
"What do you want?" Castiel asked without any sort of greeting. He really couldn't care less about being polite to this douchebag. He was Dean's brother. Hell he had probably been in on the whole thing. That was probably what he and Gabriel had been laughing about when he had taken Dean for his lesson.
"Um, hi, Castiel. Your brother asked I give you these." Sam said unsure as he held out the brown envelope that contained the contracts for the Heavenly Wings Flight Training Company.
"What are they? Family divorce papers? Cos if so I've already disowned him." Castiel replied with a sneer not looking up from his phone. He was busy reading the email that had just come through. The email that could get him out of this shit whole and this whole business.
"No, there the deeds for the company. Gabriel has made every over to you so you are the sole owner. He's also put up the capital so you can get yourself back on your feet." Sam replied, though he cringed at the words. He dreaded what Castiel's response to that sentence would be.
"Well tell him thanks, but no thanks. I have another job. Just got back the offer, I start in two weeks. So I'll be out of his and Dean's hair then." Castiel answered finally putting down his phone and giving a Sam a look that said 'I don't give a flying monkey' about what my brother or yours is doing. I can make it alone, see.
"Dean doesn't want you out of his hair." Sam answered, screw Gabriel he was here for his brother. Not his career.
"Right, he just lied to me because he thought it was the best way to get me? Please, I'm not stupid Sam. your brother doesn't like me. He likes games, and I am refusing to freaking well play." Castiel replied sarcasm dipping from his lips as he formed them into a sneer which Sam really didn't like to see.
"No you're wrong, he does like you Cas. More than even I knew." Sam defended passionately. He needed to get through to this man, make him see what Dean truly felt for him.
"I don't care." Castiel dismissed Sam's passionate plea with the wave of a hand.
Sam was about to explode at the man for being so careless with his brothers emotions when he noticed something. Castiel had not looked him in the eye when he had said that sentence. As such he took a punt on his hunch.
"Yes you do. You are a terrible liar." He said with a confidence he didn't truly feel.
"Unlike your brother?" Castiel asked with bravo. But Sam could see he that he had him caught. Time to reel.
"He messed up, okay. He accepts that. But he really does like you Castiel. More than I have ever seen him like someone before." He said with complete sincerity in his voice, hoping that the other man would believe him.
"How can I believe a word of what you say Sam? Tell me, cos I'm not buy what you're selling here." Castiel replied with a sigh. God he wished it was true. He had actually liked Dean, more than he had ever liked anyone in his life. Hell he had been willing to give him to Gabriel for Christ sake. He wasn't going to do that with someone he didn't think was worthy. And he really had thought Dean was worthy. In the days since he had heard the truth he had admitted to himself that the guy in the bar, Crowley, was right. He had been jealous, he had wanted Dean for his own. And look where that had got him, the freaking dung heap, that's where.
"I don't know. All I know is what Dean told me." Sam replied trying his hardest to get Castiel to see the truth of Dean. Not what he had seen.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Castiel asked in disbelief. Did this guy really think that would work?
"That he could, given the chance, feel for you as I do about my future wife." Sam said, repeating Dean word for word while apologising silently in his mind to his brother. Though if this worked then Dean would so owe him one.
"I think it's time you left." Castiel stated. He didn't want to hear this shit. He didn't want to hear Sam sprout on about how Dean had feelings for him. The man did not give a flying… pig for him. So his brother could stop, right now. Whatever game he was playing, and considering he came baring Gabriel's papers it was no doubt one of his brothers, he did not care. He was gone, out of here, in two freaking weeks and he couldn't wait.
"Fine. But here's the papers. Think about it. Don't throw away what could be just because you're pissed." With that Sam placed the envelope on the coffee table and left. He had done what he could. It was up to Castiel now, he just hoped the man didn't act in a 'cut of your nose to spite your face' way. He had nothing else, no more cards to play. He had played Gabriel's hand as well as his own. He just hoped that the Novak brothers got their heads out of there asses before it was too late and hurt his brother irrevocably.