"H..How did this useless fuckhead wearing a stupid trench coat even get in here?", Homelander angrily accosted Ashely.
"I..uh..I...Look, Homelander, we'll go review the footage...and..uh, find our loopholes", Ashely tried to satisfy Homelander's anger while being careful to not be tore apart. "Then we'll increase security measures. Private army, if necessary".
"Yeah, right, of course you do that Ashley. It's your fucking job. Did stupid fucked its ways through your useless brain?", Homelander accosted her once again before telling her to leave.
Ashley left the room scared, like always. Working with Vought certainly pays very well, but the stress was outright ridiculous for any human being to withstand. Her hair was falling apart day by day, and by now, she might as well work for Disney or get that retirement money. She'd be sure the stress there would have been literal comfort in comparison to this hellhole. Reviewing the footage for hours and hours, not knowing what she was looking for as nobody taught her in criminology, Ashley was cursing at this trench coat man.
On the other hand, Homelander's reeling hard with a bruised ego. He has the best senses in the world; he can hear somebody having an angry torture sex from halfway across the planet and seeing a Super-abled boy murdering his whole family from the same distance, yet he couldn't see somebody broke straight right into his home turf. Homelander swore that if it's the last thing he could ever do to this man would be far worse than merely lazering that fuckhead's brain off or tear him apart. No. No. That would have been too lazy. For someone who has forever to prey, Homelander gotta torture this intruder until he reaches the satisfaction he seeks. Plus, home boy would also be removing possibly dangerous competition. While he could run around the world to find this exact man, it would have been too tiresome and too pointless for Homelander himself to try such a thing, so maybe Ashley and the Crime Analytics room can try looking for it first.
The Crime Analytics have been scrapped by trying to find the missing vials of Compound V and Temp V, not knowing that their culprit already destroyed it. As a result of hardly effective and borderline clownish bureaucratic process, the whole department couldn't find anything for 2 days straight while the intruder has been able to steal 5-6 more vials undetected. Well, gotta give them credit, they did at least have the wit to put trackers in all the vials of V-drugs and finally found their stolen products, which also serve the benefit of locating their much needed culprit. The work was complete but naturally, Homelander sneered at the department's efforts despite not doing actual work. As the information got send out, CEO Stan Edgar ordered Stormfront and Homelander to personally confront this man, hoping two of the most powerful and violent Supes in the world might be able to send the fear of God into him.
The location of this "trench coat man" was in the Grand Canyon, a place reminiscence of angelic creation. One of Castiel's closer sibling, Hael, personally carved it with her hands. It gave him some comfort as he's homesick of the Silver City, and especially his boys, Sam and Dean. As Castiel sat on the canyon, he thought back about his incomprehensibly long existence to re-contemplate his resolve over all of the crisis with Yaldaboth and the Nameless Things. He thought of how the first substance of genesis came out of Michael's Omnipotence, and it was perhaps the most beautiful sight he could have ever witnessed. He thought back to when the eldritch abominations attempted to wash the cosmos clean and corrupt it with their imperfection, and how Castiel, the Mighty Angel of the Lord, was one of the foremost General who personally smote and imprisoned all of the Nameless Things away. It was a battle before time, before war, before causality, or death, or life or even a fulfilled Creation. The Host won the war, no small parts thank to Castiel, the General who sealed the Scarlet King. Then Cass thought of how much he had create over the course of genesis. He formulated the laws of dimensional hierarchy, of quantum mechanics, of all the big stars and the metaphysics. Simple, really, until Castiel made up thoughts about making beings of his own, like his other siblings. He experimented the concept of being on some of the early fish crawling out of the ocean, but they were so power hungry, yet so strong, he had no choice but to put them to another world. Then another Angel created the concept of souls, and it was then that the Host witnessed Adam and Lilith's birth from the Hands of God himself. And he thought of the biblical history; Cain and Abel, David and Goliath, Noah and that Flood, the great tower of Babel and when the people howl "Divine Wrath". The thought of history in the stream of infinite time rushed through Cas...
"HEY FUCKHEAD!", Homelander loudly exclaimed his presence, cutting Castiel's thought short.
"Yeah, you son of a bitch, where did you hide those vials? Who gave you the right to take what's not yours, you piece of shit?", Stormfront added.
"Look, I am just trying to get home, and I need the substances lying in your Compounds. I will promptly return this vial when I come back home", Castiel tried to negotiate his deal to the two people he thought would be quite benevolent and reasonable.
"And let your stinking, filthy hands corrupt it and future gods? We're supreme beings, and we're not meant to be touched by those dirty hands of yours, you lying piece of shit!", Stormfront added in a completely disrespectful tone, also revealing a bit of Germanic accent.
Castiel couldn't comprehend the words uttered out of Stormfront's mouth, or Homelander for that matter. He was told they were the most virtuous heroes on Earth, and his brief world trip around this Earth proved that. To see that they were lower than even Crowley of all people, it was truly a devastating confusion to Castiel's relatively naive mind. But then again, when he looked inside their souls, he could see that they were very, very ugly human souls filled with corruption. Any assortment of humanity was flickering out red light as it desperately grasped for any freedom against the increasing mutilations of the soul-body moment by moment. Cass would have tried to compare whose soul is worst, but given how their mutilations were a bit different, yet so equally repulsive and eldritch, he might as well stop comparing.
"Hey retard, do you even hear what we're trying to say? Did fear fucked your intelligence into oblivion?", Homelander interjected again as he prided himself for making a smart response, in his standard anyway.
"Look, I'm almost done with your drugs, so I'll be returning quickly. I can assure you I do not lie", Castiel interjected again despite the verbal assaults from the assailants. Normally, he would have smote these two ignorant fools, but Sam taught him patient and Dean taught him the value of negotiations.
Homelander was tempted to hear the stranger out by hearing his heartbeat. Wouldn't kill to hear the man's heartbeat. After all, truth or lie wouldn't matter as this man would've been dead nonetheless. To his surprise, this stupid autistic retard, wearing a stupid trench coat, has no heartbeat at all. There's completely no biological make-up nor a proper molecular composition behind the shell of this human form. It was...pure bliss and emptiness. Once again, the test of his powers against this stranger is challenged, and Homelander can't have that. He's absolutely riled up, lighting his heat vision as if to blast the man apart. Stormfront reacted positively and charged up her plasma. However, before they can attack again, Castiel instantly disappeared from their sight.
Note: I apologize if I accidentally insult and giving out misanthropic & false information on autism and generally racist views. It was wrong of me to do so without preemptive research about such a sensitive topic. I was trying to narrate the language from Homelander and Stormfront POV, which given their personality, I expect both of them would give out this exact treatment. Again, I sincerely apologize if I hurt anyone at all.