#heartlesshonesty

"Woah sorry hadn't meant to trip you." Gavreel blushes at her mistake offering a hand.

"Look whatever I did that's made you so angry doesn't mean you get to wave that stick around and attempt killing me."

"OH...OH...OH HELLO FIRECROTCH ! Do the carpets matchthe drapes?" A mocking tone laced her words.

Ilaria knew someone was following her. She could feel it. She stopped at a storefront, as if examining an item in the window, when really she was trying to catch a glimpse of her pursuer--There. That ginger just in her peripheral vision. Kind of cute, but anyone following her this long was trying something.

Marcie couldn't help but notice the man walk into the day room. Especially his hair--who wouldn't notice that shade of ginger. She'd always been jealous if redheads and gingers, it was such a rare hair color.

Having been summoned Cas was ready for almost anything except the devils trap keeping him stuck there. He'd complain to Crowley later about the summons redirect later. "What can I help you with?"