"No, you will not." Matty was over to Bobby faster than he could even think about it, blocking Aleister off with a suspicious look. "What the hell is going on with you? Huh? Cause from where I'm standing, you're being fucking weird. I don't know what's in your head but you keep your damn hands off Bobby."
Aleister raised his hands in defence but Matty lashed out before he could think, grabbing Aleister by the neck. "I mean it."
Then his hand was empty and Aleister was across the room, rubbing his neck. "You brothers and your temper."
"Get out." Matty gestured at the door and then looked at Bobby, baffled. "Kick him out."
"Do I look like I wanna deal with you idjits right now?" Bobby rubbed his forehead under his hat, then pushed it back down properly and decided that he didn't care. He just wanted to be in his bedroom with his lover and the hell what anyone else thought. Something he might regret come morning. Still, right now he didn't care.
"I ain't kicking him out. He's gotten me a drink, he's been helpful. I'm going to my bedroom. If I want the King of the Crossroads helping me, I damn well will, won't I? If I want the damn Queen of Sheba helping me, you ain't gettin' a say in it either, boy." Bobby moved over to where Aleister was standing, grabbing him by the arm. "Come on."
Sam's mouth had fallen open and he was completely unsure what to say. What to think. Only then Bobby's hand was suddenly in Aleister's and he saw their fingers threading together and Sam let out a sound between a groan and a yelp, like a comic surprise sound effect.
As they left the room, Aleister turned his head and grinned at them. That usual sly grin but with a twist. There was an energy about it. A gross energy that made Matty want to barf. They were holding hands. No. That -- Bobby did get hit on the head today. That was it, wasn't it?
"That didn't happen." Matty declared, turning to Cas and Sam. "Right?!"
"What didn't happen?" Castiel was, blissfully, oblivious.
Sam on the other hand was looking a little green. "Maybe he's possessed." He had never sounded so happy at the idea of his father figure being possessed. "Or it could be a spell. Potion. Like a love potion." Even saying the word 'love' in relation to all this was making him shudder.
"Okay, we'll... we'll hit the books. There has to be a way to exorcise or... or disable it. He's possessed, right?" Matty asked Castiel, he genuinely had a good feel for these sort of things. The supernatural and spiritual. "Does it feel magicky?"
Pausing, he looked around and then looked back at Sam. "Hex bags. We need to look for hex bags."
"Are we talking about Bobby?" Castiel genuinely couldn't be sure, but Sam nodded when he looked his way, having a terrified look on his face. Both of the brothers looked a little as if they had just been spooked by a boo ghost, like in some of the cartoons he had watched. There was no boo ghost, so Castiel wasn't sure what might have happened. "I think he is tired. He is grumpy then. You should take it to heart."
"He's always grumpy! But why is he taking a demon to his bedroom? He's got to be magicked some way!"
Castiel frowned. "I don't think so. I feel nothing."
"You're wrong, Cas. Just..." Matty grabbed a bottle of holy water off the table and held it out to Sam. "Go up there and confront them. Take Aleister down and we can try to save Bobby." Yeah, Sam could do it cause he wasn't going up there to see God knows what was going on. "That son of a bitch has gotten into Bobby's head. It's a spell."
He looked at Castiel and offered the holy water to him. "Any chance you feel like being the hero?"
"I'm not going up there! That's... I'm still little, Matty." There, Sam was not above playing the little brother card right now, puppy dog eyes and everything. "I'm innocent, I'm too young and pure. I can't face the perils of that bedroom." He was not brave enough. He didn't want to be that brave.
Castiel took what Matty offered him because it was Matty offering him something. He did, however, still have questions. "Is it heroic to go into Bobby's bedroom?" He was not sure what that was all about. Why were both of the boys so freaked out? "You need to "chill", Matty."
"Nuh-uh. You-- you need to go up there and stop whatever is happening. Cas, buddy, if you love me, man, you'll do it." Matty needed someone to stop the madness. "Just go and see-- stop anything bad from happening and don't be afraid to melt Aleister's face off with holy water."
Yeah, chilling was a good idea. "Please, Cas, I need you... to stop this."
"I do love you," Castiel said it seriously and Sam might have cared more about that if he wasn't busy being terrified, "I don't think Bobby is in any danger. You should sit down."
He tried his gentle voice and he put a hand on Matty's shoulder. "I can go check, yes? To make sure."
"Yeah! Make sure! That's a great idea, you'll definitely stop whatever this is." What was worse for a sex life than Castiel? Sam had seen what it had done to Matty's odds of ever getting laid with a girl.
"Yeah. Yeah. We'll sit and you just check. If they're doing anything nasty, you throw that holy water." Matty ordered as he dropped down on the couch and yanked Sam down with him. How could Bobby do this to them? They didn't deserve this. And with Aleister of all people?
"I will check," Castiel repeated and he tried a reassuring smile. The two brothers were sitting on the couch now, close enough to each other that they might as well be hugging, and he did want them to feel better.
So he walked out of the room and up the stairs and opened the door to Bobby's bedroom. Where Bobby was lying on the bed, shirtless, and Aleister was on top of him. They were kissing. It was a little reminiscent of some of Matty's movies.
"Hello," Castiel said politely, "Are you all right, Bobby?"
"What are you doin', Cas?! Get lost!"
Bobby did not sound happy with him, but Castiel had his task. "I'm supposed to check."
Aleister laughed, shameless and amused by the boys over-reaction. Oh, that was darling. He turned his head and looked at Castiel for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. "He feels pretty happy from where I'm sitting. Now do go away before that happiness starts to drip."
With an amused snort, he turned back to Bobby. "I told you it wasn't over."
And it wouldn't be over until Bobby laid it all out there but he didn't care if and when he did, as long as he could keep playing. "Shove off, Cas."
"Rapidly getting less happy," Bobby said with a warning tone that he hoped would affect Castiel as much as Aleister although he feared it would truly get to neither. Clearly Castiel didn't even know what he was supposed to check for. Those dumb boys sent their pet angel without giving him the relevant background information. "I'm resting, Cas. Tell them I'm fine. We'll talk tomorrow."
"All right." Castiel nodded in acceptance, then waved. "Good night. Bobby. Aleister." That said he closed the door and then there was the sound of wings.
Bobby let his head fall back with a sigh. Certainly ruined his mood. "Starting to see why Matty complains about cockblocking angels."
"Ignore them, darling, Tomorrow, you will devastate them but at least we might summon an Archangel?" Life came in ebbs and flows. And in the end, this was the right way to handle things. Throw one big, nightmarish revelation and then swiftly get into work. "I might be a tad absent tomorrow. For the sake of their sanity and productivity. After all, we are on the clock."
But the clock didn't mean he couldn't make out with Bobby right now.
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"No, you will not." Matty was over to Bobby faster than he could even think about it, blocking Aleister off with a suspicious look. "What the hell is going on with you? Huh? Cause from where I'm standing, you're being fucking weird. I don't know what's in your head but you keep your damn hands off Bobby."
Aleister raised his hands in defence but Matty lashed out before he could think, grabbing Aleister by the neck. "I mean it."
Then his hand was empty and Aleister was across the room, rubbing his neck. "You brothers and your temper."
"Get out." Matty gestured at the door and then looked at Bobby, baffled. "Kick him out."
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"I ain't kicking him out. He's gotten me a drink, he's been helpful. I'm going to my bedroom. If I want the King of the Crossroads helping me, I damn well will, won't I? If I want the damn Queen of Sheba helping me, you ain't gettin' a say in it either, boy." Bobby moved over to where Aleister was standing, grabbing him by the arm. "Come on."
Sam's mouth had fallen open and he was completely unsure what to say. What to think. Only then Bobby's hand was suddenly in Aleister's and he saw their fingers threading together and Sam let out a sound between a groan and a yelp, like a comic surprise sound effect.
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As they left the room, Aleister turned his head and grinned at them. That usual sly grin but with a twist. There was an energy about it. A gross energy that made Matty want to barf. They were holding hands. No. That -- Bobby did get hit on the head today. That was it, wasn't it?
"That didn't happen." Matty declared, turning to Cas and Sam. "Right?!"
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Sam on the other hand was looking a little green. "Maybe he's possessed." He had never sounded so happy at the idea of his father figure being possessed. "Or it could be a spell. Potion. Like a love potion." Even saying the word 'love' in relation to all this was making him shudder.
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Pausing, he looked around and then looked back at Sam. "Hex bags. We need to look for hex bags."
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"He's always grumpy! But why is he taking a demon to his bedroom? He's got to be magicked some way!"
Castiel frowned. "I don't think so. I feel nothing."
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He looked at Castiel and offered the holy water to him. "Any chance you feel like being the hero?"
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Castiel took what Matty offered him because it was Matty offering him something. He did, however, still have questions. "Is it heroic to go into Bobby's bedroom?" He was not sure what that was all about. Why were both of the boys so freaked out? "You need to "chill", Matty."
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Yeah, chilling was a good idea. "Please, Cas, I need you... to stop this."
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He tried his gentle voice and he put a hand on Matty's shoulder. "I can go check, yes? To make sure."
"Yeah! Make sure! That's a great idea, you'll definitely stop whatever this is." What was worse for a sex life than Castiel? Sam had seen what it had done to Matty's odds of ever getting laid with a girl.
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What voodoo had gotten into him?
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So he walked out of the room and up the stairs and opened the door to Bobby's bedroom. Where Bobby was lying on the bed, shirtless, and Aleister was on top of him. They were kissing. It was a little reminiscent of some of Matty's movies.
"Hello," Castiel said politely, "Are you all right, Bobby?"
"What are you doin', Cas?! Get lost!"
Bobby did not sound happy with him, but Castiel had his task. "I'm supposed to check."
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With an amused snort, he turned back to Bobby. "I told you it wasn't over."
And it wouldn't be over until Bobby laid it all out there but he didn't care if and when he did, as long as he could keep playing. "Shove off, Cas."
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"All right." Castiel nodded in acceptance, then waved. "Good night. Bobby. Aleister." That said he closed the door and then there was the sound of wings.
Bobby let his head fall back with a sigh. Certainly ruined his mood. "Starting to see why Matty complains about cockblocking angels."
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But the clock didn't mean he couldn't make out with Bobby right now.