#isurvivedhellforthis

er....I mean came from Chuck!

((Demon! Matt Starter))

Deep blue eyes scanned the mess that he had made before him. He certainly would get it for this one, especially if it brought hunters crawling. This particular demon could care less though, even if Crowley, the self proclaimed king, chewed his ass out for it. Come on! It was just a little bit of fun~

Matt scanned the dirtied room of dead humans and splattered scarlet blood. “If only it hadn’t had to end like this.” He whispered in a slight purr, pity in his eyes and a smirk growing on his full lips. This hadn’t been his plan for the night exactly but he wasn’t one to turn down a surprise! Scoring deals wasn’t his only form of entertainment!

OMGOMG WHY DO YOU SPOIL MEEEEE

Castiel took another sip of his beer and looked over at Dean. They were sitting together on the hood of Dean’s car, staring up at the stars and drinking beer. They loved doing this, because it got them both out of their houses and away from the shit shows that were their families.

They had met in high school, in a support group for children of alcoholics (both of them had been forced to go by their guidance counselors, had gone to the five mandatory meetings, and had never gone again). They had bonded over the fact that both of them had been raised by single fathers, Dean because his mother had died and Cas because his mother had taken the older children and left (she had wanted to take Cas, but Cas had refused and had started screaming when she tried to force him).

Now, Cas and Dean were twenty-three, and Cas felt like they were trapped and doomed to live meaningless futures. He had wanted to be a teacher, or a day-care worker, but he had dropped out of college when it became clear that his dad needed full-time care. He was currently working as a cashier at the local grocery store, making $9 an hour and going nowhere. The only times when he was truly happy was when he was here with Dean, five miles outside of town and just enjoying each other’s presence.

He turned towards Dean, biting his lip. “Dean, do you ever think of just…packing it all up and driving until we run out of gas and just staying in whatever town we end up in? Just getting away from here?”