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"We're training the outsiders? Really?" A blonde woman named Jo stood up and addressed the room. If this was her reaction to him and his brother being outsiders, Castiel didn't wanna picture how she'd react to them being from Enochia.
"Dean wants to give them something to do!" Charlie replied, wiping the bar off from any impurities.
Lucifer helpfully finished Charlie's sentence. "Because he doesn't trust us," he was sitting at the bar across from his little brother and the two women, watching them get everything prepared to open the roadhouse soon.
"I mean, can you blame him? You are outsiders," Jo pointed out with a sneer Lucifer didn't appreciate.
Castiel frowned at the woman, "Just because we're outsiders doesn't necessarily mean we cannot be trusted."
"And we're just supposed to take your word for it?" Jo opened the register to count the paper money inside. "If Prince Dean doesn't trust you, then I sure as hell won't either."
"It's pretty pathetic how one person's judgment affects yours, don't you think?"
"Guys, come on. Let's chill out for a second." Charlie started but was ignored in favor of Jo and Lucifer continuing their argument.
"I don't think so. He is one of the Princes' after all. It should worry you that they don't trust you or your brother."
"Oh no. We don't have your trust, whatever will we do?" Lucifer rolled his eyes, "I didn't know I had to explain this to you, but we're not here to gain the trust of anybody."
Except Prince Dean's, Castiel thought but nodded in agreement anyway.
"Maybe that's what you should be working on. Last time I checked, you two haven't exactly gotten Prince Dean's approval to stay here."
"Well, we're still here, are we not?" Lucifer retorted pretty quickly. Jo scoffed, having nothing else to say and Castiel knew that inflated his brother's already gigantic ego.
"I guess we can get started on training you then..." Charlie gently spoke. Huh. Lucifer forgot about her presence for a while.
Training proved to be a difficult task. Castiel found himself grappling with the challenges of his new role. Having never worked a day in his life, he couldn't shake the feeling of the way he took his loyal servants, especially Balthazar, for granted. He reflected on his bodyguard's unwavering devotion and friendship to the young prince, maybe, he thought, he should acknowledge the man's support in the form of a heartfelt letter.
The Enochian forced any thoughts of home away, focusing on memorizing the extensive menu. It was easy, every food and beverage they served was memorized in 10 minutes, however, Castiel's true test came as evening approached and more patrons began to arrive in groups. That's when they'll see if his training truly paid off.
It didn't.
The clattering sound of a ceramic plate shattering sent a jolt of unease through the restaurant, causing some of the patrons to turn their heads in surprise. "Damn it, Cas, that's the fifth dish you broke tonight!" Ellen, Jo's mother scolded. Castiel hurriedly gathered shards of the broken plate with his hands and hastily disposed of them in the trash.
"Cas, there's someone waiting to place their order at the corner table!" Bobby reminded him, the frustration evident in his tone as he addressed Castiel for what felt like the hundredth time in the past five minutes.
As he made his way to the table, Charlie intercepted him, asking, "Hey, could you also bring a pitcher of iced water to that couple over there?"
A faint groan escaped Castiel's lips. "Yes, yes." Hurrying to the bar, he filled a gleaming metal pitcher with ice-cold water. He approached the waiting couple. A hasty misstep caused Castiel to lose his balance, resulting in him not only making a fool of himself by falling but a cascade of water spilled across the floor.
It was a chaotic first day.
"You always have been clumsy, little brother." Lucifer took a sip of his iced tea he urged Castiel to serve him not too long ago.
Jo shouted over the bustling bar, "Really, Cas? Clean up the water, would you?" She handed a drink to a patron, and Castiel, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, slowly rose to his feet. The floor was wet and he was even wetter.
"Cas! Take their damn order!" Castiel may be a celestial, but he can get overwhelmed, too. The pressure made him wonder if this was what his servants endured daily — rushing to please the royals and making sure to satisfy their needs. Lucifer's amused gaze at the scene only made Castiel all the more flustered. So much for helping.
Castiel finally made it to the customers' table. The language barrier added an extra layer of challenge. It wasn't his fault that he struggled to comprehend the finer details of steak preparation, such as the differences between medium well, medium rare, rare, and well done. Especially when he didn't even consume it himself.
The first night of work was "comedy gold" according to Lucifer. It was "entertaining" to watch his little brother dart around like a headless chicken, finding endless amusement in his antics.
Castiel had never felt physically exhausted before, it was an unusual feeling, one that wasn't welcomed. As everyone else busied themselves with the cleanup after closing, Lucifer made his way into town, presumably in search of Meg, leaving Castiel alone where he was sitting at a table. He could've gone with his older brother, but he'd just slow him down.
With his head slumped down on the table, Castiel gazed out of the window, absently observing the activity of the townsfolk passing by. He was caught off guard when someone took a seat across from him. Assuming it was Charlie, he didn't even lift his head until he heard a familiar voice. "Tough first day, huh?" Startled, Castiel immediately raised his gaze to find Prince Sam sitting across from him.
"Hello, Prince Sam." What a pleasant surprise. "Yes, it was quite a challenge."
"I heard." Sam eyed him up and down. "Five dishes on the first night? I didn't take you to be the clumsy type, Cas." the Enochian prince felt embarrassed all over again.
"Who even told you that?"
"A little birdie did," Castiel was confused, he hadn't encountered a speaking bird in this country as of yet, but he'll be on the lookout for it.
"We're surprised you didn't run off as soon as your shift started." Ellen carefully set down a porcelain mug on the table, positioning it right in front of Castiel. It was filled with green tea. The Enochian's face lit up with a warm and gracious smile as he reached for the mug, cradling it in his hands with care. It reminded him of home.
"Well, I made an obligation. I fully intend to hold up my end." Which earned a smile from the prince sitting across from him.
"I'm seriously glad to hear that and I meant what I said earlier: I sense no malicious intent from you or your brother, even though he can be a bit confrontational." No kidding. "It's probably a little too soon, but I just wanted to say that I trust you, even if Dean doesn't, yet." Now it was Castiel's turn to smile, as long as he's been here, that's one of the first comforting words thats been said to him and he was grateful for Sam.
Perhaps they could be friends, too.
"I truly appreciate your kind words, Prince Sam. You are... different from your older brother."
"As are you, Cas. Maybe we're more alike than we thought." Castiel hadn't thought about that, but he quickly came to realize Sam was correct in that regard.
A question peaked in the back of Castiel's mind.
"Prince Sam? May I ask you something?"
"Sure, man."
Castiel's blinked a few times. "How am I to earn Prince Dean's trust?"
Sam's eyes widened in surprise, Castiel's question wasn't something he expected. "I guess uh, just keep doing what you're doing." The Enochian narrowed his eyes in confusion, prompting Sam to elaborate. "You know, like working here every day and staying out of trouble in general. It may take some time, but Dean will begin to trust you."
"I see. Thank you, Prince Sam. I'll... Continue doing so."
Castiel and Sam continued conversing for a while until Ellen kicked them out for the night.
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The next day was worse than the first and the day after that even more so. Castiel still hadn't gotten used to the fast pace of the Roadhouse.
"Brother!" Lucifer called out to Castiel while he was taking the order of another customer. "Can you refill my drink for me?" Lucifer waved his empty glass for his youngest brother to see.
Castiel did his best to ignore his brother's persistent calling of his name, but it became increasingly challenging as it drew the attention of the customers he was servicing. After every single interaction the familiar call of "Cassandra!~" was repeated. Eventually, he had enough and with a frustrated huff, the young Enochian prince hurried over to his brother.
"What." He whisper-shouted.
"Refill?" Lucifer's teasing smile taunted Castiel. Sometimes, he felt like the big brother.
"Why can't you just refill it yourself?"
"Um," Lucifer glanced around as if the answer was obvious. "I don't work here." Castiel shot his older brother a perplexed look like he was from a different planet. Lucifer's speech was slightly slurred, leading the Enochian to believe that he might be inebriated.
"You've consumed too much alcohol," Castiel said firmly. "You get no more refills." The glass was taken away from Lucifer's grasp and was soon replaced with a chilled mug of iced water.
Lucifer scoffed. "This is how you treat paying customers?"
"I've been paying for your drinks all night," Castiel said to Lucifer, continuing with another thought crossing his mind. "You need to stop drinking and rest," Lucifer mumbled something along the lines of how his young brother was being a nag, but it went ignored as Castiel locked eyes with Ellen. Judging by the look on her face, Lucifer wasn't the first intoxicated person to cause a scene in the roadhouse, nor would he be the last. "I'm truly sorry, but I find him to be distracting. Would it be alright if I just took him home and came back to finish my job?" Castiel asked, his eyes conveying genuine concern for his brother's well-being.
Ellen smiled sweetly at Castiel. "You know what, honey?" She looked around at the place, "It seems like we have everything under control. Go ahead and take the rest of the night off." Castiel was surprised, but he hid it well under his poker face.
"Are you sure?" What about the obligation I made to Prince Dean? He thought. He hasn't been seen these past couple of days, and Castiel was hesitant to leave, not wanting to give the impression that he stopped working diligently as soon as Prince Dean wasn't monitoring him anymore.
Ellen waved her hand dismissively, "Go. You've earned a break." Castiel was still unsure about leaving, but he hooked Lucifer's arm around his shoulder, hoisting him up. The brothers made their way through the roadhouse, weaving through the people, trying their best not to jostle anyone. Castle stumbled outside the door, nearly causing them both to fall. It took much effort to regain his footing. "Watch it," Lucifer warned in his native tongue.
"You're heavy, Lucifer." Castiel nudged at his brother's side, feeling the weight leaning heavily against him. "If you'd just-," He tripped again, and he took an extra moment to regain his balance.
"Can't feel my legs. Humans drink the strong stuff." Lucifer slurred. Castiel's concern grew at the extent of the state his brother was in. He'll be sure to stop Lucifer from drinking any kind of alcoholic beverage in the near future.
They continued walking onwards, under Castiel's straining, his footsteps slowed down. He wasn't strong enough to quite literally drag Lucifer around the town, he'd been struggling the whole time. "Luci," It came out as a plea. "Luci- Luci, I'm gonna fall." Castiel's body was too weak to support the dead weight of the eldest prince. It was just their luck that they were merely a few feet away from a bench on the street. It's seen better days, but it'll have to do. Castiel carefully lowered his brother onto it.
"Alcohol is different in Enochia than it is here." Lucifer groaned. "Everything is spinning."
"Hold on, I'll go get water for you. Stay here." Castiel insisted, then took a step back. "I'm serious, brother. Stay here."
"I heard you the first time, now go away." Determination was in his stride, the Enochian hurried back into the roadhouse, brusquely making his way towards the bar.
"Whoa, you okay outsider?" Jo was drying a glass with a microfiber towel. Castiel looked around, Ellen must be on break.
"Yes. I need a glass of water for my brother. Urgently"
"What's wrong with him?" Castiel turned his head to the man sitting beside him. He hadn't even realized who it was until now.
"Prince Dean. Its been quite a while."
Dean nodded, "It has. What's wrong with your brother?" He repeated.
"He consumed an excessive amount of alcohol. He claims everything is 'spinning'." Castiel replied, using air quotes for emphasis. The young prince couldn't wrap his head around the feeling disoriented, truthfully, he assumed Lucifer was exaggerating.
"Sounds like he's a lightweight." Dean and Jo smirked at each other. Castiel shook his head, disagreeing.
"No, I can assure you both, he's very heavy." Castiel sighed and took a seat next to Dean.
"That's not what we—... Never mind." Dean looked at Castiel after a customer called for Jo on the other side of the bar. "Do you drink, Cas?"
The Enochian shook his head. "The act of drinking never appealed to me."
"Huh?" Jo made it back just in time to catch Castiel's response. "That's insane!" She reached for an empty glass and filled it halfway with a honey-golden liquid, sliding it across the bar to the young prince. "Drink that."
He wrinkled his nose after sniffing the strong beverage. "What is it?"
"Liquor." Both Dean and Jo said simultaneously.
"Oh." Castiel tentatively raised the glass to his lips and took a few small sips. The bitter taste made him grimace. "Don't like it." He said after placing the glass down.
Jo's laughter filled the room at Castiel's reaction while Dean simply shrugged. "Come on, it's not that bad." He grabbed the same glass and finished off the remaining liquor. That gesture alone made Jo's laughter silence. Her reaction seemed to go unnoticed by Dean and Castiel. "Alright. So let's start you off with the simple stuff."
Castiel looked away. "Simple stuff?"
"Beer."
An hour drifted by and Castiel was in a drunken haze. The beer had a low alcohol content, but soon one beer turned into three, three turned into five and after that, he lost count. "So.” Dean addressed, “What brings you to this country again?"
It was tough, forming coherent thoughts and translating them into English. “My... father." He managed to say slowly. Dean was patient, taking an occasional sip of his beer. "Arranged a marriage for me against my will."
"You guys traditional or something?"
"Yes!" Castiel laughed softly. "Very!"
"I see. That's why you left, huh?"
"Mhmmm." The sensation of his eyelids growing heavy took him by surprise, it raised a moment of concern. He shifted his head and the room seemed to spin. Whoa.
"Where are you really from, Cas? Cause it's not from the East."
Dean looked so serious for a second, it made Castiel break out into a smile, suppressing his laughter. "You're so smart.
And we're friends so I guess I'll tell you my secret."
Castiel waved his hand, gesturing for Dean to come closer. When he hesitated, Castiel waved aggressively until Dean finally leaned in. "I'm from a country in the North." He whisper-shouted in his ear. It was too loud inside and while his whispering wasn’t subtle, nobody else heard him, even Jo.
After Dean pulled away, Castiel didn't see the way his once relaxed form was now tense. And how his face hardened into a deathly stare. Jo looked at them both, clearly puzzled, until another customer called for her.
The Enochian was too preoccupied with the glass of water a customer was drinking. Wasn't he supposed to be getting that for someone else?
Oh no. He left Lucifer alone outside.
Castiel rose abruptly, swaying unsteadily. "Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're going?" Prince Dean also got to his feet, supporting Castiel by placing his hand on the small of his back.
"My brother." He breathed out and then attempted to walk away. Prince Dean quickly caught up and interlocked their arms, preventing Castiel from stumbling on his fifth step.
"You're in no condition to take care of anyone else when you're wasted yourself."
"I'm fine."
"You're not." Both Princes' stepped out of the door together. The cooling night air brushed against Castiel's face and along with it, a refreshing, almost clarifying sensation. They strolled for about a minute or two, Castiel squinted, after passing the bench Lucifer was once sitting on.
It was now vacant.
"Where is he?" Castiel attempted to halt their walk, but Prince Dean forged ahead, his swiftness too difficult for the son of God to keep up with.
"Wait," He stumbled over his own feet. "Prince Dean? I can't-," He heaved out. “Can we take a break? Please? I can't feel my legs."
"Cas." Prince Dean stopped and looked into the Enochian's hazy eyes. "Do you understand what kind of situation you dragged me into?"
"Sorry," He apologized. "I won't get drunk again."
"I'm not talking about that." Dean began walking again, but Castiel complained,
"Legs." Dean let out an annoyed sigh and knelt in front of Castiel, his back facing him. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two. "Uhm..?"
"Get on my back, Cas." He rushed. Castiel quickly settled himself onto Dean's back, a sense of relief wash over him now that he didn't have to concern himself with his legs. He wrapped his arms securely around Dean's neck and they resumed walking.
"Prince Dean?"
"Cas. Stop talking."
"Okay," Drowsiness began to overpower Castiel; he slowly closed his eyes and nestled his face in the curve of Dean's neck. "Why?"
"Because you told me something that will get me in trouble if the truth comes out and people find out I knew the whole time."
Castiel was confused, the alcohol treading in his system caused his brain activity to slow down. "What did I tell you?"
"You're from a country in the North, dude."
"Yes."
"Okay?" Dean said after a few seconds. "You understand there's only one country in the North, right? And it's a big one."
Castiel laughed softly, not really registering what Dean was insinuating. "Yeah," He finally opened his eyes and looked around at their surroundings after taking notice of how quiet it was. "How do you know where the cabin is?"
"I told you the moment you stepped foot in my country with your brother I knew. That also includes where you stay."
That made sense. "Oh," Castiel gently closed his eyes again, a peaceful expression on his face. "You'll be a great King." He muttered, feeling sleepy once more. The air around them carried the unmistakable scent of an impending storm, a scent that always brought on a sense of calm. During his travels with Lucifer, Castiel took a liking to the smell. Whether it was before or after a rain shower, it calmed him either way. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. The Enochian hummed in content.
"Dude." Dean turned his head. "Are you scenting me?"
Castiel had no idea what that meant. "Smells good," was all he said before he finally went to sleep with Dean carrying him.
When Castiel regained consciousness, he jolted upright, a little disoriented and trying to make sense of his surroundings. So that's what it's like to sleep. It was... peaceful. The Enochian was back in the familiar confines of the cabin. Memories of the previous night were hazy, with the clearest recollection being sharing a drink with Prince Dean.
Rising to his feet, Castiel walked out of the room, finding no sign of Meg or Lucifer anywhere. As he entered the open space, he looked over to the kitchen and his eyes immediately fell on Prince Dean. The creaking of the wooden floor underneath his weight seemed to draw his attention, yet he displayed no signs of surprise or alarm. "Prince Dean," Castiel greeted. He must've wanted to see if Castiel would be okay.
The air had the same scent - an impending storm.
"We need to talk." The words hung heavy in the air as Dean turned around to face Castiel. Castiel's expression was inscrutable as he replied, "About what?" His voice was steady, but there was an underlying tension in the air.
"About something you told me last night." Dean's gaze bore intensely into Castiel's, his nerves palpable. What could Castiel have possibly said to evoke such a reaction? His mind started racing.
"O-Oh? What did I-," Castiel stammered, caught off guard by Dean's intensity.
"You're Enochian," Dean interrupted, his voice firm and unwavering.
Time seemed to stand still as Castiel froze, his blue eyes widening as he struggled to process Dean’s words. Why would he ever tell him that? Lucifer was gonna kill him! His breathing quickened, and he appeared visibly shaken. When Dean finally moved to take a step closer, Castiel snapped back to reality. "Got nothing to say?" Dean questioned, his frustration evident.
Castiel remained silent, unable to meet Dean's piercing gaze. "No? Well, allow me," Dean continued, closing the distance between them until he was only a few feet away. "Every time you spoke to me, you had a chance to tell me the truth. Yet, you kept lying to my face." The air was heavy around them as their confrontation was slowly reaching a boiling point.
"Dean, wait."
"No, you-," Dean took a deep breath and then abruptly stopped. He gazed at Castiel with a look that was impossible for Castiel to decipher. The anger on Dean's face gave way to confusion.
"Prince Dean...?" Castiel called out, but Dean seemed not to hear him. Instead, Dean grasped Castiel's shoulders and leaned in, inhaling sharply.
"Oh shit," he muttered, pulling away.
"What's the matter?" Castiel asked, perplexed as to whether there was a strange odor in the cabin. However, Dean hurriedly brushed past him and left without a word, leaving Castiel bewildered.
Castiel had been experiencing an unusual warmth in his body lately. For three consecutive days, he had been plagued by a persistent feeling of fever. It was a rare occurrence for Enochians to fall ill, so Castiel assumed his condition was due to the prolonged period of time he had spent away from his home. In the middle of night, he would check to see if his eyes were still glowing, a reassuring sign of his connection to his Enochian roots. As he recalled, humans were fragile beings, prone to frequent illnesses, but with access to the right medications, they could alleviate their symptoms.
Thank Father he was around humans to probe for information. "What do you take when you're feeling ill?" Cas asked Charlie after they officially closed the roadhouse for the night. Jo was walking past with dirty dishes in hand.
"You're sick?" Charlie reached over and touched Cas's forehead using the back of her hand.
"You do feel a little warm. Give me one second." She went to the back to grab something and when she came back, was holding a bottle of purple thick liquid. "This medicine should help you feel better. Sounds like you have a cold."
"I don't feel cold." Cas opened the bottle and began to drink from it. After his third sip, Charlie snatched the bottle away from him.
"You're not supposed to drink that much!"
"It tastes awful."
"Well, it'll help you feel better, outsider." Jo gave him a glass of water to drink from.
Except it didn't help him feel better. The next day, Castiel woke up feeling even worse than before. It was as if someone was repeatedly hammering inside his head, and he squinted as his eyes felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. God, it was blinding. The sudden onset of the symptoms caused him to lose his grip on the plate and glass he was holding, drawing attention to himself as they shattered on the floor. "Brother?" Lucifer's concerned voice cut through the haze as Castiel clutched his head in agony.
Physical pain was unfamiliar territory for Castiel. While he was no stranger to emotional and psychological pain, courtesy of his unstable family dynamics, this was an entirely different experience. "Help me," he groaned, "Luci, help me."
"What's wrong, little brother?!" Lucifer's voice was laced with urgency.
"Hurts," Castiel managed to choke out before a wave of nausea hit him, forcing him to double over in agony. The pain was unbearable, intensifying with each passing moment. "Hurts!"
"Luci, Charlie, take him into the backroom. Jo, find a doctor and make it quick. I'll close down the roadhouse. Go, now!" Everyone scrambled to follow Ellen's instructions, Luci and Charlie swiftly took hold of Castiel and guided him into the back room. Meanwhile, Jo hurried to summon a doctor and Ellen worked on closing down the roadhouse.
Castiel was maneuvered against his will and transported to the breakroom, where he was carefully settled onto the couch. The harsh glare of the lights overwhelmed him, causing him to instinctively curl into a fetal position.
"I'm dying," he breathed out,
"Shut up. You're not dying, idiot."
"I am."
He heard the door creak open. "Here, put this on his forehead, it'll help with the fever," Charlie offered. Castiel weakly swatted at his brother's hand, disturbed by the uncomfortably cold sensation on his forehead.
"Would you stop? You're burning up!"
"It's cold," he whined, wincing as any movement intensified the pain. Experiencing human sickness made him forever grateful for his celestial nature. Once home, he planned to take an extra pill or two as suggested by Gabriel.
"Luci, it hurts," Castiel let out a soft sob, and Lucifer felt utterly helpless.
"I know. I'll go see where the doctor is." As he made a move to get up, Castiel caught his wrist in a desperate grip.
"No!" He panicked. "Don't leave! Please, stay. I need you to stay, Luci. Luci?!"
"I'm here, I'm staying. You need to-," Lucifer exhaled heavily, struggling to suppress the impulsive urge to tell his brother to calm down. His frustration was building within him. He was never one to exhibit patience, and that wasn't about to change anytime soon.
"Do you have any idea what's wrong with him? He's getting worse," Charlie’s concern evident in her voice. Lucifer shook his head in response. Just then, the door creaked open, and in walked a woman with striking, fiery red curls, exuding an air of elegance and authority. Jo trailed closely behind her.
"Hello there," she greeted with a noticeable accent, the woman must be an outsider as well. "I assume this is the young boy who is in distress?"
"Yes," Lucifer replied, rising from his seat, allowing the woman space to assess his brother. Castiel whimpered as she tenderly cradled his cheeks, kneeling beside him. She gently turned his head from side to side, emitting a soft hum of contemplation. "I would appreciate it if only family members remained in the room." Jo didn’t need to be told twice, leaving in record time. Charlie gazed at Castiel with grieved eyes for a second before following suit. The woman only spoke after the door had closed behind them.
"My name is Rowena MacLeod. And your names are..?”
"I’m Luci,” he pointed to his brother, “That’s Cas.”
"A shame we had to meet under such circumstances, boys. Cas, I need you to open your eyes for me,"
"Hurts,"
Rowena nodded. "Yes, I know. But if you want my help, you must help me as well."
Castiel finally summoned the strength to open his eyes, and as he did, he found himself gazing into the deep abyss of Rowena's eyes. He saw his own eyes in her reflection, the way they glowed vibrantly rang alarm bells in both his and Lucifer’s minds.
"Oh, goodness." She said.
"What?" Lucifer moved closer to them.
"It’s… so incredibly rare to do this as a young adult.” Rowena was in awe.
“What? What’s happening?”
“He’s presenting…” She rummaged through the bag she had brought with her. Castiel was in too much pain to comprehend her words or even consider them. "You're going into heat."
"Yeah, no." Lucifer shook his head. "No. He went his entire life without any of-" he waved his hand towards Castiel. "That. So, why now?"
"I'm certain something must've triggered it. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened. He may have gone his entire life without presenting if it weren’t for the trigger. Poor boy.” She extracted a syringe filled with a pink liquid and seized Cas by the arm.
"No," He weakly protested, attempting to pull away, but Rowena's grip was firm. She swiftly injected the needle into his vein without using a tourniquet. Remarkable skill.
"This'll put you to sleep for a while and when you wake up, you'll feel much better, but only for a little while. Now rest up." Castiel struggled against the overwhelming effects of the medication, its potent properties taking hold quickly. Before long, he felt himself being overtaken by the encroaching darkness, unable to resist its inexorable pull.
"I'm assuming he uses suppressants?” Rowena broke the silence after Cas fell asleep. “And some strong ones too. There is no scent coming off of him at all.” Lucifer was too deep in thought to register what she even said. He found himself pacing back and forth. Something wasn't right. But then again, is anything ever right? "Are you okay, dear?"
"Fine." He mumbled under his breath as his thoughts drifted to Gabriel. It had been quite some time since he and Castiel checked for any letters. Playing human kept them preoccupied. “I'll be right back," He announced, making his way out of the room.
Lucifer ignored the curious inquiries about Castiel's well-being from Charlie, Jo and Ellen. Yes, it was rude, but he had more important matters to deal with. His destination was fixed on the post office.
Upon arrival, he spotted the postman and called out, "Hello!" He couldn’t finish his greeting without Lucifer interrupting him.
"Jimmy and Nick. Get the letters. Now," the postman scurried to fetch the letters. Lucifer snatched the papers from the poor man and opened them.
His eyes raced over the pages, seeking out the words that held the most significance. Every other word blurred as he focused intently.
All he read was, “Cassie”, “suppressants”, “presenting”, and “omega,” for him to see red.
A cynical chuckle escaped from Lucifer's lips, he crushed the letter in his hand. "Do you happen to have a piece of paper and a pen?" he asked the post man. The eldest prince’s voice dripping with contempt. Once the requested items were handed to him, he proceeded to scrawl down a sharply-worded retort, his anger evident in every stroke of the pen.
Too late you fucking asshole.
—Lucifer.