rich ocean blue eyes met with the female, the heels of his shoe clicking on the ground and letting out an echo. beige fabric moving swiftly with his actions, strings of the same color flowing behind him freely. chapped lips pursed, castiel’s angel blade dropping down from his sleeve to the pads of his fingers. he stopped, staring ahead of him now.
‘ when ever does a demon require an angel as i ? i recall your kind being less than acquaintances with mine.
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