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“Welcome to Oasis resort and spa! We are extremely excited to have you here, if you would just follow me to the check in desk-“ A cheerful blond woman greeted.
“Actually,” The man interrupted, “I am here as a new instructor.”
“Oh, in that case, let me find the boss.” She paused, and smiled. “Jo Harvelle, are you are…?”
“Castiel Novak, it’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Harvelle.” Castiel smiled, extending the hand that wasn’t holding his briefcase.
“Ms. Harvelle is behind the check in counter, please, call me Jo.” Jo nodded over her shoulder to the woman shuffling papers across the lobby. “I’ll go find Mr. Winchester for you, and I wouldn’t dare call him Dean.” She winked and walked off, leaving Castiel to himself.
The lobby was three stories high with large walls constructed of glass and brick, beautiful architecture bringing the entire room together with a large glass elevator in the middle. Directly across from the elevator was a revolving entrance door, to the left was the check in desk, and to the right was the start of another hallway. On the back wall there were two doors on the right, and two doors on the left, and a small fountain on both sides between the doors. Jo had disappeared through the hallway to his right, and reappeared just as Castiel glanced over.
“Mr. Winchester, this is Castiel Novak. He’s a new instructor.” Jo smiled as she walked up with another man by her side. He was tall, with short spiked hair and dark shadows on his jaw line. Castiel tightened his hold on his suitcase and immediately extended his hand.
“Mr. Winchester, I’m Castiel.” He straightened his posture and gave his best smile.
“Yeah, okay.” Dean licked his lips and glared at Castiel, scrutinizing the other man. He switched his clipboard to his left hand and reluctantly held out his right and gave Castiel’s hand a tight, single shake. “Jo, why don’t you go to the pool and make sure there are no troubles with the lifeguard.”
She nodded once and left, shooting Dean and Castiel one last glance.
“Follow.” Dean instructed before turning and walking towards the hallway once again. Castiel quickly followed, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Just get off your office job, think you’d give yoga instructing a chance?” Dean scowled as they walked through massage rooms and past few empty Jacuzzis before entering a small office.
“Excuse me?” Castiel cocked his head.
“I was referring to the fact you’ve got a briefcase.” Dean rolled his eyes as he sat down at his desk and straightened a few papers. “Sit.”
“It’s more just a prop, I figured if I walked in here empty handed I’d look rather silly.” Castiel admitted as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from Dean.
“You look worse with it, trust me buddy.” Dean drew his eyes away from the case and looked into Castiel’s eyes. “I’m the manager and owner of Oasis. You show up, you do as you’re told, and then you go home and if you cause problems you will be out of here before you can find me to pathetically ask why your sorry ass is being shipped out.”
“Isn’t Oasis co-owned?” Castiel stared back with twice the intensity that Dean was radiating.
“My brother Sam technically co-runs it with me, but he’s still in school and he doesn’t do much for the actual resort. This place is my life and blood and I treat it as such. Got it?”
“Yes, I understand.” Castiel shifted in his seat, his eyes trailing to the picture frame on the desk. It was a wedding photo, one of a male and a female shoving cake into each other’s faces. From the angle he couldn’t tell if the man was Dean or not, but he had enough common sense not to ask at this time.
“Good.” Dean replied, “Now, you are a yoga and dance instructor. You’ll meet the other instructors soon enough, but for the first few days I want you to shadow Pamela. She’ll show you the ropes and then you’ll be on your own. Today is the eleventh of June it’s a Wednesday; you’ll have your first class Monday. Here’s your schedule.” Dean pulled a file out of a drawer and pulled a paper from it before slapping it down in front of Castiel.
Castiel straightened it under his fingertips and studied it for a minute, noting that he had Thursday and Sunday off.
“You technically have Thursday off this week, but I’d rather you still be here so you have an extra day of shadowing. You’ll always have Sundays off, and one additional day that is dependent on the week.” Dean added, as if reading Castiel’s mind. “There are staff rooms in the resort, which you are free to utilize to your heart’s content. They’re on floor two. Floor one is the parking garage, floor three is the lobby.”
“I’ll remember that.” Castiel attempted a smile.
“You better remember everything I’m telling you.” Dean mumbled as he took more files out of the drawer. “So, what’s your element?”
“Air.” Castiel answered automatically, “And yours?”
“Fire.” Dean made eye contact and for just a second before drawing back and kicking the drawer closed. “And I think now I’ve told you everything you need to know. Here’s your nametag, uniforms are in the staff rooms.”
“Thank you Mr. Winchester.” Castiel stood. “I apologize for sounding thick here but what should I do right now?”
“Go to the staff rooms, find a uniform. Ditch the briefcase, go find Pamela and ask when her next class is. I know, of course, when it is, but I need you to realize that this place requires work. While you wait for that to start, familiarize yourself with the grounds.” Dean coughed. “And be as friendly as possible to the guests at all times. I’ll yell at you every day of the week and it still won’t get you sacked as quickly as a bad guest review will.”
“Understood.” Castiel nodded, nervous energy seeping through him. With one hand wrapped around the handle of the ridiculous briefcase he walked out of the office and back down the hallway to the lobby.
This job was meant for Castiel to relax and do something he liked for a change, as was his New Year’s Resolution. He had been ecstatic when he had received the job offer, and this morning his spirits had still been soaring high, but as he left the boss’ office he couldn’t help but acknowledge how harsh he had seemed. What if this job only caused more stress and anxiety? Castiel wondered as he walked towards the large elevator.
“Castiel!” Jo caught him right as the elevator doors dinged.
“Hello Jo!” Castiel smiled.
“Sorry about Dean, he can be a bit too much at times. Everyone else is friendly as candy floss, and you’ll be just fine.” Jo pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear. “I’m only eighteen, but my mom’s the secretary and accountant of this place so I’ve worked here ages.”
“You’re a water element, aren’t you?” Castiel grinned knowingly.
“How’d you figure that out?” She suddenly looked concerned.
“No, it’s just the friendliest people seem to be water elements.” Castiel shrugged.
“Then you’ll love my mom, come on, I’ll introduce you!”
Castiel was suddenly being dragged over to the check in desk.
“Mom, this is Castiel. Castiel, this is Ellen, my mom.”
Ellen looked up from the desk and smiled, her smile a picture perfect copy of Jo’s. “Nice to meet you, Castiel.”
“Nice to meet you too, Ms. Harvelle.” Castiel greeted, “And now I’ll go get ready.”
They bid each other goodbye and Castiel returned to the elevator alone, descending into the underground. When he found the floor he walked down the corridor and into one of the open rooms. As promised, it was a pretty typical break room. A few beds, a dart board, and a large corkboard full of memos accented the space.
After finding a uniform and putting his forms inside his case, he went back to the lobby and then found his way to the exercise rooms. He felt a little out of place in his uniform, a white polo shirt with tan kakis, but as guests began to wake up and fill in the classes he would smile at them and they would smile back, and he felt like he fit in a little better by noon.
Pamela Barnes was an experienced teacher at Oasis for years, and she had long dark hair and eyes that could read you better than you could read yourself. She introduced Castiel to the other instructors, Benny, Jody, and Garth, and then showed him around the resort. The outside portion was the most remarkable, with the bamboo flooring stretching out into a massive patio which held a dozen hot tubs and a large pool in the middle. All around were umbrellas and flowers, and lights were strung across the wooden rafters above.
“This is gorgeous.” Castiel murmured.
“Yeah, this place is somethin’ else alright.” Pamela said softly. “I’m sure you’ve met Dean Winchester. He loves this place more than he loves anything else.”
“Is he married?” Castiel asked suddenly, turning around to face her. “I saw a picture on his desk but I wasn’t sure…”
“No, he’s not. Dean’s not a relationship type of person, he doesn’t connect like that.” Pamela chuckled, “Whenever he’s not here he lives in the basement of his brother and his wife’s basement.”
“Surely he has enough money to move out, this place is pre-booked until next December!” Castiel frowned.
“It’s by choice, of course. He has girlfriends off and on, but I think he likes being alone. His own house would be too much for him I think.”
“I guess so. You know what they say about fire elementals, if you get too close they’ll burn you.” Cas said softly. “What are you?”
“Air.” Pamela licked her lips, “I’ve always felt like I belonged to the earth though.”
“I’m air as well. I don’t mind it.”
“Just don’t let Dean catch you using it to do work around here. Had a water get fired because he cleaned tables too quickly.”
“He doesn’t like shortcuts on work, does he?” Cas shook his head, moving out of the way so a guest could pass by.
“He’s a strange man, but he’s a good man.” Pamela sighed, “Castiel, promise me you won’t get in his way.”
“I would like to keep this job.” Castiel smiled, “I won’t bother him.”
“Good boy. Now follow me, I’ve got a class in ten minutes.”
The week passed quickly, and to Castiel’s relief he ended up enjoying almost every moment of it. Pamela was a wonderful teacher and the rest of the staff treated him like family after only a few days. All the staff except one, at least.
Dean Winchester was stoic and terse to everyone, but it seemed like he went out of his way to be even more so to Castiel. Despite this, Castiel forced himself to still smile at Dean and move on with his day.
When Sunday rolled around he was almost upset to not be going to work.
He laid back on the recliner in his apartment and frowned at the clock.
“I could call Gabriel…” He mused out loud. “Ah, what the hell, I guess I will.”
Gabriel answered on the sixth ring. “Hey little brother!”
“Hello Gabriel. How are you?” Castiel settled in a chair and crossed his legs.
“We’re all good! How’s the new job?”
“It’s good! The pay is good and my coworkers are decent company. The boss is -“ Castiel paused, “well, he’s not that bad. He’s one of those people that try to be all intimidating and harsh but they kind of draw you in, like you want to find out all their secrets.”
“I can’t say I’ve ever met anyone like that.” Gabriel dead-panned, “So, got any hot dates yet?”
“Gabriel, no.” Castiel frowned against the phone, “I’m not even looking.”
“Why not?” Gabriel whined through the phone line, “You’re twenty five, Cassy. Gotta start living sometime.”
“You’re one to talk, you’ve had three different girlfriends In two months.” Castiel rolled his eyes.
“Girlfriends is pushing it.”
“You’re not hearing me call them anything else.” Castiel groaned.
“Fuck bud-“
“No!”
“Fine. Have fun sleeping alone brother.” Gabriel said sarcastically.
“I’ll have a great time, thanks.” Castiel considered hanging up, but paused to see if Gabriel would speak again. When he didn’t, Castiel continued. “If I see somebody I fancy, I’ll ask them out. But for now, I’m fine being alone.”
“I’m fine being alone is the biggest line of bullshit in the history of bullshit. I’m just worried about you!”
“I don’t need to be sleeping with somebody to validate my existence! I’m happy alone, and I’ve got friends!” Castiel leaned back and switched the phone to his other hand.
“If you had as many friends as you say you do, you wouldn’t call me as much as you deny you do.” Castiel could hear the smirk in Gabe’s words.
“I’ve been on the job for like four days. Tomorrow is my first class I’m teaching alone.”
“I hope that goes well for you.” Gabriel said earnestly, “But if you miss the chance to look at all those asses I’ll really have to disown you.”
“Okay, and now I’m done talking to you.” Castiel rolled his eyes, “Goodbye Gabriel.”
He hung up and wondered why he ever called his brother in the first place. Maybe Gabe was right, maybe he should at least start dating again. The last girlfriend he had had had been back in ninth grade, when he was seventeen, but since then nobody had even so much as caught his eye.
And then he had the trouble of figuring out what to do with the rest of his Sunday.
He came in on Monday morning with Bon Jovi playing in his headphones and a groggy smile on his face.
“Good morning Ellen, Jo.” He nodded to the pair in the lobby before walking down the hallway to the exercise rooms. “Morning Mr. Winchester.” He smiled when Dean passed him, earning a faint grunt of greeting.
“You seem cheery.” Pamela walked up in her usual workout gear. “Ready for you first proper day?”
“You bet. I think I’ve been prepared by the best.” Castiel gave her a wink.
“With that kind of flattery, you’ll go far.” Pamela patted him on the back. “Say, has Dean let up on you any yet?”
“Not at all, but it doesn’t bother me. Whatever stick he’s got up his ass is not of import to me. I’m here to do my job, and he’s not going to stop me.” Castiel put his foot on a bench and began to untie his shoelaces.
“That’a boy! Don’t you let him get you down.” Pamela encouraged, “Good luck, Castiel.”
She left Castiel to prepare alone, and therefore gave him time to think. What he wouldn’t dare tell Pamela is that Dean sort of fascinated him, in a very obscure way. Dean seemed so untouchable, like he was at the top of a mountain and you wanted to climb up there too, just to see what was there. Find out what made him the way he is; find out why he’s so inaccessible.
“Excuse me?” A guest interrupted Castiel’s thoughts.
“Yes, is there anything I can help you with?” Castiel gave his best pleased-to-help face.
“I was wondering when the morning yoga class started?”
“In ten minutes, in room three. I’m actually the instructor.” Castiel beamed.
“Thank you.” She wandered off, uncaring.
“Glad to help!” He grinned after her.
“You’re really taking the pep to heart, aren’t you.” A voice said from beside Castiel and made him jump.
“I suppose so! It’s what you told me to-“ Castiel began.
“I know what I told you to do. Keep it up.” Dean never let his gaze leave his iPhone.
“So, you’ve gotten over pretending I don’t exist.” Castiel said smugly.
“If I was pretending you didn’t exist, I’d skip over your name in the payroll.”
“Good point.” Castiel drew out, “Okay, good talk. I have a class to teach now.”
“Oh thank god, I don’t think I could handle another second of this conversation.” Dean mock-groaned as Castiel walked off.
The class flew by, and hearing people refer to him as “Mr. Novak” made him smile just a little bit more often than normal. Pamela walked by near the end and gave him a thumbs up, but Dean walked by moments after and ignored him completely. Castiel tried to pretend this didn’t make the corners of his mouth turn down ever so slightly, but it was almost impossibly to pretend he didn’t care at all. Even Jo had noticed that.
After his yoga class had ended he had two hours until his next one, so he found himself lying on a bed in one of the staff rooms, attempting to figure out a Rubix cube.
Dean walked in and faced the table against the wall, running his fingers through his hair dropping a towel onto the table.
“Do you ever take a break?” Castiel wondered out loud. Dean jumped.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean clenched his teeth. “I thought I was alone.”
“That doesn’t much answer my question.” Castiel hummed.
“Do you ever stop asking questions?” Dean grunted.
“Not really. Not when people interest me.” Shit, Castiel thinks, did I just say that?
“Okay, let’s stop right there.” Dean narrowed his gaze, “I am your boss. I’m not interesting.”
“How about you answer three questions of mine, and then I never ask you another question again.” Castiel propositioned, sitting up on the bed and putting his feet on the ground.
“Dear god.“ Dean sighed and put his fingers to his temple. “Fine.”
“Excellent. First question, what’s your favorite album?” Castiel grinned.
“Really?” Dean almost laughed. “Fine. Physical Graffiti, Zepplin ’75.”
“Good choice, okay question two.” Castiel put a finger to his chin as Dean sat down on the bed across from his. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
“Plenty.”
“Why don’t you have one now?” Castiel pressed.
“Is that your third question?”
“Okay, no. Third question is who burned you, in the past?” Castiel saw Dean freeze from across the room.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’ve been through a lot of crap, I know why people act the way they do. I was just wondering if you’d let me know what happened to you.” Castiel played with the loose threads on the bed sheet.
“Ah!” Dean made a sarcastic sound of epiphany, “You’ve done it! You’ve cracked my poor, dark soul! I’m going to cry on your shoulder now until all my issues melt away, and then we can go drive off into the sunset together!”
“Okay, that’s unnecessary. I was just trying to help.” Castiel frowned.
“Get this straight, Cassidella, I don’t. Need. Help.” Dean stood, punctuating every word with his hand. “Now if you’d excuse me, I have a resort to run.” Dean left abruptly.
“Ass.” Castiel grumbled, but after a second he smiled to himself. Despite how disastrously their conversation had ended, there was still something to be said for the fact Castiel had gotten Dean to actually talk to him.
And if that could happen, maybe anything could happen.
Dean wouldn’t look at him for two more days, and the next time they spoke was in the line for lunch.
“Can you hand me a roll?” Castiel asked Dean cautiously.
“Really. Really?” Dean sighed. “Here.” He practically tossed the roll to Castiel.
“Uh, thanks.” Castiel mumbled in reply. They sat across the room from each other, and Castiel found himself drumming two fingers on the table and staring the back of Dean’s head.
“Why do you keep glancing over at Dean’s table?” Jo asked through a mouthful of salad.
“He’s sitting alone.” Castiel sighed, poking at his own salad. “Christ, it feels like we’re in grade school again. I’m concerned about the kid sitting alone.”
“He’s like thirty, not much of a kid.” Jo chuckled, “Besides, you’re not going to get involved, are you? For five years I’ve been around him and I’ve seen him with beards, I’ve seen his brother get married, I’ve seen him walk through the front door of this place with a wounded dog dripping wet, and not a single thing has changed him. I’ve seen Pamela and Garth get hired, I’ve seen Crowley and Abaddon get fired, and still, no change. I’m sorry Castiel, but I doubt anything you say or do will do anything but get you in trouble.”
“I just wish there was something…” Castiel sighed.
“You care too much.” Jo groaned. “Watch this.” She bit her lip and squinted, and seconds later the water in Dean’s glass sloshed across his tray. She held back a laugh.
Castiel smiled, looking down at his tray as he made the pile of napkins on Dean’s table suddenly fly across and cover Dean’s lap.
“Castiel!” Jo whispered harshly, holding back laughter.
“Shhh!” Castiel put a hand to her mouth, fighting his own grin.
They both stopped laughing the second they realized the water in their glasses was boiling.
On Saturday, Castiel was walking to his class when he stopped to say hello to Jo in the lobby.
“Hey Castiel!” Jo greeted.
“Hey Jo! You know, Dean still hasn’t even looked at me since Wednesday.”
“I had forgotten about the lunch thing.” Jo giggled, “Hey, do you want to eat lunch again today?”
And with that, lunch with Jo became a thing.
Actually, three things were constant at work for the first four weeks Castiel was at Oasis. One, he had lunch with Jo every day at half past noon, two, he spent ten minutes every day working on the rubix cube in the staff room. The third thing was the ever-present Mr. Dean Winchester infringing on Castiel’s thoughts. The two were equally avoiding each other by the time July rolled around, and Castiel was getting sick of it.
“Jo, I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Castiel sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Pamela and Garth and even Ash all seem to have perfectly fine relationships with him! And Ash is just a kitchen worker!”
“You have a freak out about this way too often, maybe you should just go talk to him again?” Jo offered.
“That’s not gotten me anywhere in the past!” Castiel groaned, pushing his tray of food forward. “Take what you want, I’m not hungry.”
“Today, just find him and say hi or something. He’s a dick at times but he won’t bite you.”
“Hey, isn’t the whole staff going out for pizza on Friday because we officially are booked through the new year?” Castiel mused, “He’s coming too, then?”
“Yeah, he comes every year.” Jo commented, “But he’s not very talkative.”
Castiel scoffed and stood, taking the tray and tossing its contents into the trash can. “At least I’ll be able to see if he’s any different out in public.”
“He’s not!” Jo shouted at him as he walked off.
Castiel’s one-o’clock class was small and easy, and Castiel had recently found a soft piano CD to play instead of the usual nature sounds, which mixed things up.
“And now, move to this position. Keep your stomachs tight.” Castiel hummed, moving gracefully into position. “You are all wonderful at this.” He stretched up into a standing position and began to navigate through the mats, helping people with form.
“Is this right?” A woman in the back laughed as she obviously struggled to hold a pose.
“Just about! Keep your legs firm on the ground.” Castiel helped her, smiling.
When the class ended, the woman lingered.
“I suppose it’s not right to ask our trainers out for a drink, is it?” She smiled as Castiel’s mind processes stopped functioning.
“Well, ah,” Castiel felt a blush creeping along his cheeks, “Maybe… it’s certainly a flattering offer.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” The woman ducked her head, “My name is Elliot.”
“My name is Castiel Novak. Why don’t you call me when I’m no longer your trainer?” Castiel smiled nervously, handing her his card.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you at a stretch another morning, Castiel.” She winked at him and walked out, leaving Castiel standing dumb struck among twenty mats.
Luckily, that was his last class.
He walked around straightening towels and directing guests where to go for a while, however, and eventually spotted Dean in a side hallway, watching one of Pamela’s classes.
“Hey.” Castiel smiled, leaning against the wall beside Dean. The latter was observing the Pilates class through the glass wall in front of them.
“Don’t you have something better to do, Cassidy?” Dean rolled his eyes. “I mean come on, isn’t there somebody else you can bother around here?”
“I know why you do this, why you act like you hate everyone.” Castiel gazed out among the participating guests. “It’s because you’re afraid to get close to people.”
“Thank you for that observation, but you’re wrong.” Dean barked a laugh, “Now go do something else, this is about the tenth time you've tried to psychoanalyze me and it's annoying."
“Can you just treat me like a human being?” Castiel turned to face Dean, his eyes dangerous. “It’s been a month and you’ve barely said two words to me.”
“You’re my employee; I don’t have to be friends with you.” Dean refused to look at Castiel, glaring straight ahead.
“Do you even have friends?” Castiel asked, his voice accusing and angry. The air around him began to swirl, forcing his hair to blow back. “I don’t think so, if this is how you treat people who have given you nothing but kindness.”
“Listen, my life is great, and I like to keep personal matters away from Oasis. Stop trying to get involved in matters that are none of your business.” Dean finally turned, almost growling in Castiel’s face. “And control your element, don’t cause a scene.”
“Fine. Fine, stay shut in. Who cares, who needs friends?” Castiel rolled his eyes and spun around, walking away quickly. As he walked, is was as if he could feel Dean’s heated gaze on his back. As his lower back began to burn, Castiel realized he probably could actually feel Dean’s gaze on him. Damn fire elemental.
“So, how did that go?” Jo popped up out of nowhere.
“I think he likes me now!” Castiel scoffed. “How'd you find me anyway?”
“I could feel the awkward tension from the sixth floor.” Jo crossed her arms. “You notice how he didn’t deny that he was treating you unfairly?”
“Trust me, he doesn’t have to say that out loud for me to understand what’s going on.” Castiel said.
“Cheer up, Castiel. He’s a jerk to everyone. Be glad you don’t have to date him, which would be the worst.”
“I know, I’m concerned if the “plenty” of girlfriends he’s had are even real.” Castiel snorted.
“They probably have ten heads and claws on their feet.” Jo laughed.
“Definitely.” Castiel nodded, “um, speaking of girlfriends, a girl asked me out today. Elliot, she said her name was.”
“And you said?”
“I said call me, and I gave her my number.” Castiel flushed.
“Is this the first time since…” Jo trailed off with her question, letting her eyes finish. Castiel nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to his feet.
“I’m so happy for you.” Jo whispered, moving forward to hug him.
“I think I’ll plan for our date to be after the pizza night tomorrow.” Castiel shook his head, “I don’t want to get my hopes up, and having it on Saturday will be better.”
“Go on, get your hopes up. Worst case, you’re exactly how you are now. Let yourself get excited about something, Castiel! It’s good for you.” Jo urged as they both clocked out and began walking to the parking lot.
“You know, I might actually. Have a good night, Jo.” Castiel stopped walking.
“Don’t you want to walk to your car?” Jo chuckled, confused.
“Nope, I catch the bus or ride a bike. Today, it’s bike.” Castiel waved feebly to a blue bike chained to a sign pointing to the overflow parking.
“Well hey, if you ever need a ride let me know!” Jo insisted before they bid each other goodbye and she walked on.
Castiel unchained his bike and began the trek home, his mind blissfully free of worries.
“Cassy!” Gabriel answered gleefully, “It’s been weeks since we’ve spoken, I was beginning to think you had died.”
“Not dead yet, Gabe. I thought you’d be pleased to know I have a date soon.” Castiel said smugly as he collapsed onto his bed.
“Oooo who’s the lucky girl? Or boy, whatever?”
“She’s a girl, and her name is Elliot. I met her today at work and gave her my number.” Castiel gazed at his curtains as he realized he was forcing himself to smile.
“Sounds plausible. I’m proud of you, Castiel. Seriously.” Gabriel’s voice dropped and Castiel heard the rare sincerity in his voice. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was worried about you. And not worried about you not getting laid, but worrying about you being alone. Nobody should be alone, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. I’m alright Gabe, I promise. I’ve got to go know, the pizza man is here. Love you.” Castiel said quickly before hanging up, not letting Gabriel speak.
He stood up from the couch and took a step towards the door before leaning against the wall and bringing a hand to his face, his eyes pressed tight together. There was nobody at the door, and he had eaten dinner an hour earlier.
The wall held him as he trembled for a moment, his eyes burning as they fought tears. The phone rang. Castiel ignored it, but it rang again, and then again.
The last time it rang was simultaneous with the sound of Castiel slamming his bedroom door, and then the phone went still. A single light blinked on top.
(1) Missed Call- Dean Winchester