So, bonus with next chapter. Don't know if I already mentioned that. In case anybody missed the information, I'm putting up bonus material (from other character's points of view) in a separate story, Story of Keigh- Bonus Material. So far, all from the Trickster's point of view.
Entry 24So I get in the door, and Dad immediately sprays me down with almost an entire bottle of new car smell.
"Dad, what-"
"Keigh, next time you decide to talk to an angel, clean up before you decide to waltz in the door. I can smell it on you from half a mile away."
"But, Dad, I'm not half a mile away," I objected.
"Oh, no," moaned Crowley. "I know what this is. You've been talking to Castiel, haven't you? I can tell because the social awkwardness rubbed off on you."
"Thanks, Dad," I said sarcastically. "By the way, I just love new car smell. So much that I wanted to smell like a new car for the rest of my life. NOT."
"Well, good," said Crowley, "because it's better than smelling like angel. Do you want Lilith to kill you?"
Oh, Lilith. I'd forgotten about her. I was so eager to hope that the angels were the biggest kids on the block that I completely forgot.
"You know, Dad, I think Lilith has bigger problems than me if she wants to bust out Lucifer. In fact, if she's successful, if I were her, I wouldn't want to have made too many irreversible policy decisions that he might not like."
"Okay." Crowley's eyes were still watering from all that new car smell. "Well, does it say anything to you that I'd rather have my apartment smell like two thousand new cars than smell like angel?"
"No," I said, eyes tearing up. "But it does say something that you would rather have me smell like a new car than have me carry faint traces of angel scent into the house. You don't spray yourself down after talking to somebody who doesn't smell like you. You don't even notice."
"Besides," I added, "Castiel doesn't smell any worse than the Trickster. Not really."
Crowley frowned. "I've had my suspicions about that, but I kept my mouth shut. You would do well to do the same."
"Listen, Dad, I've had a long day-"
"Go ahead. Take forty winks. I'm sorry about the car spray, Keigh, but I-"
"But you'd rather have me be a new car than your daughter who talked to an angel," I snapped.
"We can discuss it more in the morning," said Crowley tensely. "Go sleep."
"Good night," I said irritably. I laid down but couldn't sleep. Even finishing my journal entry didn't help, so not sure I will get much sleep tonight.