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Had he already mentioned that he ate up people's flabbergasted reactions to his Give-No-Fucks way of speaking like Oreo's and milk? Because he really did. And Little Bree was giving him a full feast here, with her face flushing beet red, blue eyes wide like a doe in headlights and mouth opening and closing without a sound coming out like a fish on dry land. He had to take a long sip of his coffee, just so he could hide his pleased smile behind the cup. Katie however did not seem too impressed with him, but Cas did not give a flying fuck what she thought or did not think about his way of going about things. He always wondered when she would learn to either suck it up and deal because obviously he was not going to change his behavior to please her highness, or when she would have enough of him for good. It was an interesting fifty-fifty outcome with the brunette, and he was still guessing around for the final outcome. How in the world she managed to tolerate him this far when her expressions were always so pained when he opened his mouth was a mystery. She most probably judged him as an idiot, but Cas did not mind. After all, a lot of times he did make a point concealing how much of a cunning son of a bitch he actually was. So if she thought he was stupid, it just meant he did it well and that gave him the upper hand.
Little Bree cleared her throat, her blush creeping slowly away from her face as she was starting to get her normal color back bit by bit. "Is that what you say to all the pretty ladies Cas? Is that how you reel them in?" She asked with a cocky looking smirk, which was not quite as effective as she probably hoped it was with her cheeks still glowing a little bit, and lifted her eyebrow at him before taking a sip of her tea. Cas responded to her with a lopsided smile and flashed his gaze to the ceiling, feigning innocence. It might have been just the case that it was the reason why so many were attracted to him; his straightforwardness. If he thought someone looked good, he let them know. And people usually learned pretty fast that Cas never gave empty flattery. When he said something, he always meant it hundred-and-ten percent.
"You don't look too bad yourself." The redhead added, now more soft spoken and avoided looking at his direction. Cas' smile grew a little bit wider at that. Ah, she was shy with returning the compliment. How adorable. Either she was not used to complimenting people or she actually meant it more than she wanted him to realize. But people seemed to be unaware of the fact that Castiel was very aware that he was a pretty face. He was a handsome guy and he knew it, and knew how to use to his advantage, which was definitely a good skill to have when you lived in the House. So whenever someone told him that they liked how he looked, Cas was not exactly impressed by the flattery. Of course he looked good, they did not need to tell him something he already knew. It was just a pretty face, nobody was actually ever interested in him much beyond that. Well that, and his charisma. People were shallow creatures and liked pretty things. Having someone like Castiel by their side fed their vanity. But everyone forgot that beauty was something that would fade over time, it never lasted for long. One day Cas was also going to be an old man with wrinkles and chloasmas, and then who was there to want him by their side anymore?
While he had been thinking that, his smile faded into more subdued one. Meanwhile the Creole boy had been lost in his thoughts, Little Bree had spoken to Katie, who did not respond to her immediately. Instead Katie spoke his name, snapping the young man out of his thoughts that had yet again taken a bit darker turn into the deep where he did not like to spend time if possible.
"Yes, Cas," Katie said with an overdone sigh, making Cas hum quizzically as he came back to the present, snapping the brown eyes at her as she now had all his attention, "That is why the people love you, and I have no hope of ever approaching your level of client satisfaction. Perhaps I should stop now and be content to spend the rest of my life cleaning up after Veracity's late nights."
He just nodded along, as if approving of her acceptance of reality, not even trying to deny it. Katie then proceeded to talk to Little Bree. "I dress to impress Veracity most days. She's the only one in this place I have to convince to take me anywhere. Well, that and her clients." Katie said with a little pout before wiping it off her face and returning to her more typical seriousness that so hardcoded in her. She offered her hand to the ginger, officially introducing herself. "Katie Dean. Is there something I can call you besides Little Bree?"
"Well, I honestly don't think Little Bree really fits her anymore. Not like couple of years ago. But not because she would have really grown, she's still a total hobbit." Cas filled in for Bridget with a smirk. "So I guess she's just Bree now. Congratulations, you have finally been promoted to a Bree, just like you always wanted back in the day." He added and winked at the girl, before turning to pick up another cup from the shelf and reaching to fill it with coffee.
"Now I'd love to stay and chat," he said as he picked his and the other cup of coffee into his hands, starting to slowly make an exit out of the room, "But I gotta go and perform a necromancing ritual and pour this elixir of life into Spade or he'll never get up. That, and it's actually hella chilly wearing wet swimming trunks. I gotta change or my future clients will have to settle for an eunuch, you know?" He chuckled.
"See you later, Kat," Cas bid his farewells to the brunette, and then added, "and Bridget."
When he spoke the redhead's name, he turned to look at her, giving her his full attention as he tried out her name. He kind of liked how her name rolled on his tongue, even if it was a bit old fashioned. But then again, who was he to judge about old fashioned names. His was from the damn Christian Bible. Castiel's gaze lingered on Bree as he walked backwards while balancing the coffee in the cups, a flirty smile on his face without him even noticing. Then he twirled around without even leaking a drop from either of the cups and made his way out of the room, wondering if he was overdoing it. He probably was. But why the hell would he care? He did not.
He did not.
No, seriously. He did not.
Okay, maybe a little bit. He had to give it to Bree, she had grown really good looking.
But she was still Little Bree, even if she was now Grown-Up Bree. It was kind of... weird. Cas remembered when they were younger and Bree was just another kid in the flock that he decided to humor every now and again, just to waste time. But now she was becoming a woman, and she was not really a kid anymore. She was really beautiful, and kind of his type. Maybe Cas was just another one of those people that he looked down on for being vain. It was not like he had been ever attracted to her prior this point, right? Just a pretty face. Just a pretty face and nothing else. He would get used to her in time, like he always got used to the other pretty faces around the House, and then he would grow immune to her charms too. But maybe he could play around a little bit with her, no harm in that. Playful flirting was always nice, and it did not have to actually mean anything. He had done it before with others in the House. And all of them knew that it could not mean anything. And out of all of them, Cas was a master in this game. Once it looked like someone got in too deep, he aborted the mission and let them know he was not actually interested in risking anything. After all, Cas was betting on a lot here, just like all of them were. And you should never, ever bet against House. Because the stakes were always unfairly set against you. Nobody ever won. Nobody except the House.
He still remembered that one couple that had been caught romancing each other, and after repeated crimes, the House decided to set them as an example for the rest. It was years ago, but Cas could still remember how a leather belt sounded like when it was whipped against someone's back. And the cries that followed. A perfect example what happened to the ones who lost the game. Left a really lasting impression for some reason.
Cas showed his Pelly to the panel on the wall that made the automatic door slide open into his Fallen's room after it glowed green for the sign that it was now unlocked. Spade's mint green head was burrowed into his cushions and blankets, and he seemed to still be slumbering deep in his coma. Cas settled the other untouched coffee on the bedside table, prepared just the way Spade liked it, and sipped his own coffee before kicking the Fallen in the leg.
"Hey, wake up." Cas tried, sounding rather dispassionate with his first try, and Spade just grumbled and pulled the blankets higher. The Creole tried again, this time reaching to shake the man's shoulder, calling out the Fallen's name repeatedly until he mumbled something incoherent that could have been "Good morning" just as well as it could have been interpret as "Fuck off." Cas was fairly sure it was the latter. "I brought you coffee, wake up. You've already slept in a bit."
Spade threw away the blankets and sat up reluctantly, his green hair pointing in all kinds of different directions as he squinted his eyes and looked like he hated the world. For such a cute looking guy he surely managed to look evil in the morning, every time, without fail. Cas left the Fallen to gather his bearings and sip his coffee while he went to change his clothes.
Cas stood in front of the mirror tying a black tie around his neck. He was now wearing a white button up shirt with couple of top buttons casually open and its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black jeans that hugged low on his thin waist and some black leather dress shoes. Cas had made a point in styling his hair after quickly blow drying it, and once the tie was in an appropriate knot and resting loosely against his chest, he did have to admit that he looked pretty sharp. He was one of those guys who did not really care what kind of weather it was; hot, cold, raining, sunny, it did not matter. He was going to wear what he wanted to wear. And he liked dramatic colors like black a lot, so Castiel was seen wearing dark clothing even in summer heat and not even breaking a sweat. To some it must have looked superhuman, but to Cas it was just a matter of habit. Once you got used to it, it was no problem.
Today however it was hot enough that he decided not to wear a blazer over his shirt. Maybe if the evening would prove to be cooler, he would come to get one to wear. But as it was, it seemed more like an suicide right now, because against all the odds, Cas was actually indeed not a superhuman, but would bake under the sun just like any other guy. Some things were even too much for him. He looked over at Spade who was now slowly dragging himself around the room and getting ready to face the music, and decided the little guy was awake enough to take care of himself for now. So Cas left without saying anything, leaving his Fallen to do his morning rituals in peace.
He walked down the hallway lazily, listening to the sounds of the House and returning some greetings to people here and there, sometimes stopping for a small chat. He passed doors here and there, sometimes curiously peeking in if they were open as he walked by, turning corners sharply and trying to avoid bumping into kids that were too short to notice immediately.
Characters mentioned/interacted with:
@Misaou - Bridget Stavros
@Krysondra - Katie Dean
@VocaStar - SpadeFUCKING POST HIM ALREADY
@Misaou - Bridget Stavros
@Krysondra - Katie Dean
@VocaStar - Spade
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