Yes, this chapter is unbelievably short, but my muse for this story has absolutely vanished. Vamoose. It's on a vacation in the Bahamas. Send me a post-card, Mr. Muse. I desperately await your return.
I feel really bad about how long it's taken me between updates. Feel my regret and sorrow coursing through the internet and seeping into your fingertips as you scroll down past this obnoxious author's note.
Also, rest in peace those who have died in the recent tornado down south. If you are in to praying and stuff, send a prayer. Or, more realistically, send help.
"We need to create a diversion," Cas pointed out.
"Can I blow something up?" Isabella asked. "I'm good at that."
"No, kid. Shut up. Cas, if you can't smite me, then I should be safe out there. I can at least get her some clothes."
And maybe distract everyone who is outside, he added through his powers.
"I don't understand why I can't smite you. I mean, you are a demon, right?" Isabella pouted, ignoring Dean's request for silence.
"I'm the first demon that's ever been a righteous man," Dean said, suddenly realizing it. "Maybe that affects the ways I am allowed to interact with other beings."
"But I don't see why the majority of demons would have to listen to a righteous man," Cas pointed out.
"Maybe they have more power over people who aren't quote-end-quote righteous."
"You mean everyone except for you?" Cas wondered dryly.
"Um, guys, I need clothes, remember?"
"Yeah." Dean stood up, still covered in the sheet, and began to dress himself. Cas watched unabashedly and Dean pulled on his discarded clothes as modestly as possible.
"Castiel, I can hear your thoughts, and they are absolutely disgusting," Isabella scoffed. "He's an abomination-"
"Would you shut- UP?" Dean turned around to find Cas pinning the little girl up against the wall. "I would take no pleasure in killing another sibling but you cannot speak that way about Dean!" Cas was panting.
Cas, let her go. I remember you thinking the same things about my brother, and that demon girl...Ruby.
Dean...
Yeah, Cas?
Ruby was evil. She was a twisted, greedy soul fueled by lust and wrath and using your brother as a way to get what she wanted. I don't care what species you are, I trust you and your decisions one hundred percent.
"If you guys could stop brain fucking for one minute, I would kindly like to remind you that we are trapped with no hope of escape."
"Thank you, Isabella," Cas and Dean said simultaneously.
Don't kill me for the shortness, please.
And if you have ideas, prompts, requests for this fic, any fucking thing, PLEASE tell me. My muse is currently focused on All The King's Men because of dat season gr8 finale.