"I thought Gabriel was in Heaven. And we definitely know that Michael is not in Heaven." Sam assumed that was what Castiel had gone to check up on. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "It can't be him, right? Raphael. He can't-- I mean, we saw him die."
He'd mourned him. He'd prayed to his memory more times than he'd ever be willing to admit and he had not been annoyed to him ever since his death. No, Raphael had to be gone. "I guess no matter what, Michael is definitely out there somewhere. We're running out of archangels."
"I'm fine," Bobby grumbled, pressing his shredded shirt onto the wounds to staunch the bleeding. "Unless your angel's coming back soon though, I might need some bandaging." If an angel could even heal these wounds.
"Cas?! Buddy, where'd you go?" He probably went to check if Gabriel was in heaven. If he wasn't, either the thing was picking up Lucifer accidentally or they had to deal with the idea hat Raphael had faked his dead. Again. "If he doesn't find Gabriel in heaven then we have to pick between a fluke of it picking up Lucifer or it's Raphael. Again. And let's be real, that fucker has faked his death more times than I can count."
He huffed as he walked over to the medical cabinet. "The question would be, how on Earth do we find Raphael if he is alive?"
"You'll need a better tracking spell than this one. Clearly." Aleister suggested from the doorway as he looked around the chaos and then met Bobby's eyes from across the room. What jackass did that and who was he hurting in retribution. "Evenings, boys."
"Oh hell no." Matteo cursed as he pulled out a demon knife. "You better get the fuck out of here, asshat."
"It's fine, Matteo. Leave him be, son." Bobby looked back at Aleister and somehow tried to convey with one look that he was not badly hurt and that he had not told the boys anything about them and that there was no reason to fret or to bring up any changes in relationship status right now. "It wasn't much of a tracking spell."
"And it's none of your business," Sam informed Aleister with a decisive glare, already expecting that it'd be ignored. He got up and moved closer to Bobby and his brother, feeling that surge of protectiveness. "No one wants to make a deal here, so get lost."
"Rumour has it that the God Loki reappeared recently. Pagans, they get so excited when their daddy is back. I would assume your Earthling Archangel is the usual suspect." Aleister explained as he watched the two boys look at him with such anger and annoyance. Cute. So Bobby hadn't gotten around to telling them? Shocker. He wondered if Bobby ever would get used to it.
He appeared right by Bobby suddenly, raising his hand to touch the blood coming from his forehead. Ow. "Well, one good thing came from all of this. That check shirt is definitely ruined."
"Shuddup, idjit," Bobby said, fondly. Of course, it didn't sound very fond to anyone uninitiated.
Sam was initiated, however, he knew Bobby. So he frowned and tried to figure out what was going on, but came up empty. Not least of all because what Aleister was saying had distracted him. "Loki?" That sounded like Raphael. Obviously. "Might just be some delusional people. Happens, there is a whole cult for Loki on the internet."
He realised the way that sounded and added. "I came across it when I researched."
Bobby leaned back, shrugging his uninjured shoulder and immediately regretting it, as it pulled on the other shoulder. "Least we can assume Michael's down there. And I'll have to go shopping for a new shirt. There's a headache." And if he looked at Aleister while complaining about it, already wondering whether buying a shirt counted as a date, who could blame him?
"I think it's more likely Raphael than Gabriel. And if you can get either of those chuckle-fucks on your side, I found a spell to find Michael. It requires a guardian angel and a feather." Aleister explained, looking at Bobby as he reached out to steady his shoulder. Bobby had asked him for information on Michael, to try and find him, so he had been researching ever since. "Hold still or you'll make everything worse. Go sit down, I'll pour you a whiskey."
He would help him but he didn't know how. He didn't bandage wounds or take care. He didn't have affection or tenderness. He lacked it but that didn't mean he didn't want it. It didn't mean he didn't want to help but he was hindered by his own inexperience.
"Hey, stop touching Bobby." Matteo protested as he got between them and shoved Aleister away, ignoring how the demon rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bobby. Let's take a look." Matteo started unwinding bandages as he inspected the wound closely. It was dark in here, so he was squinting until suddenly, the lights burst on. Matty raised an eyebrow and turned behind him.
Aleister shrugged. "It's bleeding dark in here, you can't lie to me and say you could see anything."
Bobby walked just far enough to let himself fall onto the couch, aware that Aleister would be bitching about the blood stains later. Whatever. "Thanks for the lights." Couldn't complain too much there, although he did have a bleeding headache brewing. "Where's that whiskey?"
He had priorities.
"Why are you suddenly so eager to help?" Sam was suspicious. "Thought you didn't think the Michael thing had any chance of working." Last he heard, Aleister was all for Sam doing the deed by himself to get the devil locked up again, hopefully for good.
"We've got a deal," Bobby explained, "Don't ask." Because if they did ask, he'd have to think about the last several promises he had made Aleister and how he had made good on them and that was not for his boys' delicate ears.
"I want to survive Lucifer and he wants to save your ass. We met in the middle after some scotch. I'll help you two idiots find Michael and we'll try it your way. And in return, when Lucifer is finally gone, you won't immediately blow my pretty little head off." Of course, that was a lie and not the deal they had made at all but he knew that Bobby didn't want to be outed right now so he danced around the truth a little.
"Don't we have to agree to this?" Matty asked Bobby as he started to bandage up his shoulder, unsure if he would have agreed to not blowing Aleister's head off at any point.
"I'm sorry, should I let you step back and almost die trying to find Michael? Because as far as it stands, you have a vague idea that there are two angels and I have proof that Loki was spotted in Vegas." Aleister pointed out as he looked at Bobby, hoping he wasn't too hurt. Then he'd have to worry he was taking care of himself and he never fucking did that. "And I also have means to summon him."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a coin with the sigil for Loki. It was almost like a norsification of the Raphael sigil. He flicked it over to Sam. "You're welcome."
Sam almost didn't manage to catch the coin because he didn't expect to suddenly have something flicked over his way. However, he did catch it and then he stared at it, his eyes widening. It did look familiar, now that he thought about it like that. Now that there was something alight within him, with the possibility that Raphael might be alive. "He liked Vegas, he always went on about that."
"You two have spent too much time with angels," Bobby informed them, while he reached for the whiskey that Aleister had poured him. He took a sip and sat still, allowing Matteo to take care of his wounds. Looking at Aleister, he was considering the information he'd just given him. "How do you summon Raphael then? I know holy oil works for trapping even archangels once you got them, but I reckon that one might not be easy to call forth."
And he felt he needed a bit of a break before another summoning.
"Well, that's a little tricky." Aleister confessed as he came closer to Bobby and cocked his head to the side as he watched Matteo finish up with his wounds. It looked better but maybe that was because it was covered. At least the drink was helping. That was something. Still, he had an excuse to buy him a new shirt.
He dropped down on the couch next to Bobby, keeping a small amount of distance from him to allow the no homo to continue. "You need to draw his sigil, place the talisman in the middle and then recite the summoning spell in Enchocian. I would suggest we cut out the middle man and try for Michael but apparently he has no talisman on earth and attempts to summon him have failed repeatedly."
"And you just happen to know all of this?" Matty questioned as he frowned at Aleister, eyes following him as the demon crossed his legs and his foot bumped gently against Bobby. What the hell was that all about? Whatever it was, he didn't want to know.
"I had to call in a lot of favours so no, I don't just know it." It took a lot of work. But he'd do it. For Bobby and no one else. "I have to put my damn neck on the line to get this sort of thing. I'm not exactly mister popular with my own kind right now."
"Shocking. So why do it? What's your play here? You always have some kind of bigger scheme." Sam made no effort to hide his mistrust and since he was standing a few feet away at a different angle, he didn't notice that Aleister's foot bumped against Bobby's and Bobby didn't move away. If anything, perhaps he even moved his foot a little closer.
Bobby wished he could send the boys away for a bit to talk to Aleister alone and maybe to get drunk while having Aleister partially lie on top of him. Perhaps later. "Look, it's in all our best interest to get to Michael. Get any archangel involved. Matty, you think Cas is gonna finish up up there any time soon? We could use some heavenly insight."
"I don't think your boy likes me. That's fair, I don't like him either." Aleister quietly told Bobby. He didn't have to love his kids, he wasn't signing up to be a step uncle/father/whatever but he wasn't going to actively kill or sabotage them so that had to be worth something. "If you're this paranoid about me, I don't know how you're planning to handle Archangels. They're a bunch of sneaky buggers."
Matteo huffed out an annoyed sigh and walked aside, cleaning his hands off on a towel as he looked up at the sky. "Cas?! Come on down, we need your feather ass. We might be able to summon an angel."
"You don't have to summon me, Matteo. I come when you call," Castiel pointed out, unnecessarily, after he had come when Matteo called. Which was why he was standing right next to Matteo, closer than necessary.
"It's not about you, Cas." Sam held up the coin he'd been tossed. "It's about Raphael."
"Raphael died fighting Lucifer." Castiel stated that, yet he was already frowning. "Gabriel is up in Heaven. Two Archangels on Earth. You think one of them is Raphael?"
Sam shrugged. "Could be."
"They prefer angels to demons," Bobby said to Aleister as if to comfort him, slightly bumping their feet together again. He lowered his voice, muttering under his breath. "Missing out."
"Cas... personal space, buddy." Matty put his hand on Cas's chest and gently repelled him back a few steps.
"We apparently put the talisman in the sigil and say some shit in Enochian and bingo-bango, we got ourselves a shitty Archangel. Who should be fucking dead." It was ridiculous. He knew how hard Sam took Raphael dying, it was not something you screwed around with. Of course, even Raphael screwed around with death.
"Oh, you burn the talisman." Aleister called out and once they looked away, he smiled at Bobby. "I'm not taking it personal. With them." He gave him a pointed look and raised his glass, taking a sip. Thank all that was holy that he'd reworked his drinks cabinet.
"And what is the talisman?" Castiel had walked away a few steps, but his focus was still on Matty above anyone else in the room, which was hardly surprising. "Raphael has always been... tricky. My brother liked games. He might have invented the first ones."
"Adorable," Sam muttered darkly, before closing his fingers around that stupid sigil and taking a deep breath. "Raphael hasn't... He has never not bothered us for this long." And he hadn't come for him, even during moments when he'd needed help more than ever. It was difficult to think about now.
"We will find out when we summon him." Bobby wasn't sure there was much point talking it to death. "He'll show or not. But I ain't summoning anything tonight. I'm going to bed."
"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.
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He'd mourned him. He'd prayed to his memory more times than he'd ever be willing to admit and he had not been annoyed to him ever since his death. No, Raphael had to be gone. "I guess no matter what, Michael is definitely out there somewhere. We're running out of archangels."
"I'm fine," Bobby grumbled, pressing his shredded shirt onto the wounds to staunch the bleeding. "Unless your angel's coming back soon though, I might need some bandaging." If an angel could even heal these wounds.
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He huffed as he walked over to the medical cabinet. "The question would be, how on Earth do we find Raphael if he is alive?"
"You'll need a better tracking spell than this one. Clearly." Aleister suggested from the doorway as he looked around the chaos and then met Bobby's eyes from across the room. What jackass did that and who was he hurting in retribution. "Evenings, boys."
"Oh hell no." Matteo cursed as he pulled out a demon knife. "You better get the fuck out of here, asshat."
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"And it's none of your business," Sam informed Aleister with a decisive glare, already expecting that it'd be ignored. He got up and moved closer to Bobby and his brother, feeling that surge of protectiveness. "No one wants to make a deal here, so get lost."
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He appeared right by Bobby suddenly, raising his hand to touch the blood coming from his forehead. Ow. "Well, one good thing came from all of this. That check shirt is definitely ruined."
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Sam was initiated, however, he knew Bobby. So he frowned and tried to figure out what was going on, but came up empty. Not least of all because what Aleister was saying had distracted him. "Loki?" That sounded like Raphael. Obviously. "Might just be some delusional people. Happens, there is a whole cult for Loki on the internet."
He realised the way that sounded and added. "I came across it when I researched."
Bobby leaned back, shrugging his uninjured shoulder and immediately regretting it, as it pulled on the other shoulder. "Least we can assume Michael's down there. And I'll have to go shopping for a new shirt. There's a headache." And if he looked at Aleister while complaining about it, already wondering whether buying a shirt counted as a date, who could blame him?
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He would help him but he didn't know how. He didn't bandage wounds or take care. He didn't have affection or tenderness. He lacked it but that didn't mean he didn't want it. It didn't mean he didn't want to help but he was hindered by his own inexperience.
"Hey, stop touching Bobby." Matteo protested as he got between them and shoved Aleister away, ignoring how the demon rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bobby. Let's take a look." Matteo started unwinding bandages as he inspected the wound closely. It was dark in here, so he was squinting until suddenly, the lights burst on. Matty raised an eyebrow and turned behind him.
Aleister shrugged. "It's bleeding dark in here, you can't lie to me and say you could see anything."
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He had priorities.
"Why are you suddenly so eager to help?" Sam was suspicious. "Thought you didn't think the Michael thing had any chance of working." Last he heard, Aleister was all for Sam doing the deed by himself to get the devil locked up again, hopefully for good.
"We've got a deal," Bobby explained, "Don't ask." Because if they did ask, he'd have to think about the last several promises he had made Aleister and how he had made good on them and that was not for his boys' delicate ears.
"What kinda deal?" Of course, Sam asked anyway.
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"Don't we have to agree to this?" Matty asked Bobby as he started to bandage up his shoulder, unsure if he would have agreed to not blowing Aleister's head off at any point.
"I'm sorry, should I let you step back and almost die trying to find Michael? Because as far as it stands, you have a vague idea that there are two angels and I have proof that Loki was spotted in Vegas." Aleister pointed out as he looked at Bobby, hoping he wasn't too hurt. Then he'd have to worry he was taking care of himself and he never fucking did that. "And I also have means to summon him."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a coin with the sigil for Loki. It was almost like a norsification of the Raphael sigil. He flicked it over to Sam. "You're welcome."
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"You two have spent too much time with angels," Bobby informed them, while he reached for the whiskey that Aleister had poured him. He took a sip and sat still, allowing Matteo to take care of his wounds. Looking at Aleister, he was considering the information he'd just given him. "How do you summon Raphael then? I know holy oil works for trapping even archangels once you got them, but I reckon that one might not be easy to call forth."
And he felt he needed a bit of a break before another summoning.
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He dropped down on the couch next to Bobby, keeping a small amount of distance from him to allow the no homo to continue. "You need to draw his sigil, place the talisman in the middle and then recite the summoning spell in Enchocian. I would suggest we cut out the middle man and try for Michael but apparently he has no talisman on earth and attempts to summon him have failed repeatedly."
"And you just happen to know all of this?" Matty questioned as he frowned at Aleister, eyes following him as the demon crossed his legs and his foot bumped gently against Bobby. What the hell was that all about? Whatever it was, he didn't want to know.
"I had to call in a lot of favours so no, I don't just know it." It took a lot of work. But he'd do it. For Bobby and no one else. "I have to put my damn neck on the line to get this sort of thing. I'm not exactly mister popular with my own kind right now."
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Bobby wished he could send the boys away for a bit to talk to Aleister alone and maybe to get drunk while having Aleister partially lie on top of him. Perhaps later. "Look, it's in all our best interest to get to Michael. Get any archangel involved. Matty, you think Cas is gonna finish up up there any time soon? We could use some heavenly insight."
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Matteo huffed out an annoyed sigh and walked aside, cleaning his hands off on a towel as he looked up at the sky. "Cas?! Come on down, we need your feather ass. We might be able to summon an angel."
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"It's not about you, Cas." Sam held up the coin he'd been tossed. "It's about Raphael."
"Raphael died fighting Lucifer." Castiel stated that, yet he was already frowning. "Gabriel is up in Heaven. Two Archangels on Earth. You think one of them is Raphael?"
Sam shrugged. "Could be."
"They prefer angels to demons," Bobby said to Aleister as if to comfort him, slightly bumping their feet together again. He lowered his voice, muttering under his breath. "Missing out."
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"We apparently put the talisman in the sigil and say some shit in Enochian and bingo-bango, we got ourselves a shitty Archangel. Who should be fucking dead." It was ridiculous. He knew how hard Sam took Raphael dying, it was not something you screwed around with. Of course, even Raphael screwed around with death.
"Oh, you burn the talisman." Aleister called out and once they looked away, he smiled at Bobby. "I'm not taking it personal. With them." He gave him a pointed look and raised his glass, taking a sip. Thank all that was holy that he'd reworked his drinks cabinet.
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"Adorable," Sam muttered darkly, before closing his fingers around that stupid sigil and taking a deep breath. "Raphael hasn't... He has never not bothered us for this long." And he hadn't come for him, even during moments when he'd needed help more than ever. It was difficult to think about now.
"We will find out when we summon him." Bobby wasn't sure there was much point talking it to death. "He'll show or not. But I ain't summoning anything tonight. I'm going to bed."
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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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