|Love is not a possession, it is an infection. It starts out slow, with almost unperceivable symptoms. Eventually this infection overcomes you, crippling you. Love makes you helpless, but not hopeless. -Alex, Howl|
Textbooks and LARPING ch.8 :DESTIEL:Textbooks and LARPingTextbooks and LARPING ch.8 :DESTIEL: by chibi-nao15
Chapter Eight: Clichés Matter, too
Castiel arrives at the restaurant, his palms sweating and his heart pounding. Sitting there at an isolated table are his father and eldest brother, sticking out like sore thumbs.
Well-coiffed, attractive, sore thumbs.
All the woman, and quite a few of the men, keep peaking over at them in awe. The waitresses are arguing over who gets to serve them. It always amuses him how popular they are.
"Excuse me," A boy calls, grabbing Castiel's attention, "Are you looking for someone?"
"I am actually looking for them." He motions towards the two everyone is staring at.
"Oh," The boy laughs a little, "I guess I'll be beating out the women today." He muses, leading Castiel to the table.
Michael is the first to look at Castiel, and then the boy. "Hello, thank you for bringing my brother over." He says, flashing the teen a broad smile and making him blush a little.
"Ah, well, yes. If you would like to order something to drink I can get th
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