"Oh! Spare me the preaching, yes?" He laughed a little, shaking his head at length. "Not just him. I enjoy seeing any sorrow possible, Boy. You think you know those around you, but you have so much learning to do… And playing with your head?"
He laughed, changing back into smoke to disappear. “I haven’t started, yet.”
“Fucking hell.” Emmett merely rolled his eyes pinched the bridge of his nose. "Have fun trying to mess with my head. I’m sure you’ll be very successful.” He said sarcastically.
"He does what he has to. It’s something I taught him, actually. No matter how you feel, look like you love it. Make those around you believe every word and you’ll never lose." He paused, smirking slightly. "He does it because it’s amusing. It’s a game. You’re not the first broken toy he’s decided to fix… and you won’t be the last."
Emmett nodded. He’d received the answer he was expecting. "Well, you guys aren’t the first tricksters I’ve met so I can’t say that I’m surprised that you guys are sick and twisted fucks.”The angel shrugged. "But I know all this is, is you playing with my head. You just want me to cut it off now, supposedly save myself the pain and the trouble. But actually all you want to see is your son suffering and unhappy and broken. It sickens me."
"Try all you like. You’re not a trickster, not really…" He grinned at the other’s attempt to taunt, seeing it as an almost endearing thing. "I have to hand it to him, for all the failure I’ve seen in him, Coyotl is truly a master manipulator, to make you believe so strongly in his affections…"
Emmett’s brow furrowed and he squinted at the other. "Alright. Since you know your trickster son so well, what do you think we do in each other’s company? What do you think he does to make me believe it’s real when it’s fake? And why would he waste his time on someone as damaged and b r o k e n as me?”
"You miss the point of his species," the god mumbled, finding the angel amusing in his ignorance. "He’ll keep you as long as he wishes… but all masters tire of their pets. All children become bored with their toys. If one of his own couldn’t keep him happy for more than a few hundred years, how long do you think he would really keep you? A broken angel with wings like a monster from my temple."
"I am notb r o k e n.” Emmett said in nearly a growl. The angel took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. He put on a joyous smirk to taunt the other. "Well I’m different. I’m a cute little angel with wings and a halo and an adorable face. So fuck you with your assumptions about me, your son, and our relationship.”
"Already irritated? This will be a short game…" When he heard the angel’s reasoning, he actually laughed, the sound cold. "Oh, come on… a god loses a wife and spends centuries going from one meaningless relationship to another? And you think you’re the one who can break that streak?”
"Vaguely."Emmett replied. He shrugged a bit. "If I am. I’ll be extrememly happy knowing that I proved you wrong. And with the things he’s done for me, I don’t think he’d do them if he didn’t expect me to stick around for awhile.”
Blake had only got a few steps in the coffee shop when a guy bumped into him and spilled his coffee on him. He looked down at the coffee dripping from his hoodie and smiled a little when he heard the guy’s frantic voice apologizes. He looked back up at him and continued to smile to show that it was okay. ”It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He walked over to the counter and got some napkins to wipe off the coffee. ”I didn’t think anyone could be more clumsy than me, but I think you just won that award. ” He said back over to the guy.
Uriah nodded and followed the guy a few steps before standing still. "Alright."He watched the guy clean off his hoodie. He couldn’t help but to feel bad. He was already having a terrible day, now everything was worse. "Yea. I’m really clumsy, and awkward, and nerdy. I’m the equivalent of a ditchable prom date.”The angel laughed at himself a bit. "Is there any way that I could make that whole deal up to you?"
"Anything to annoy a guest… Something Coyotl learned well." He smiled a little, forming a seat for himself. "I would. My son’s easier to read than people think, but tricksters know each other better than most." He laughed a little at that, shrugging one thought off for another. "My question, though, is whether you know. Deep down, I think you do."
Emmett merely rolled his eyes and listened to the other talk. He’d let him get a few sentences out before he interjected with a thought littered with curse words. “Yea. I guess so. Now get to the point.” The angel gave a sigh and rolled his eyes again. “No. I guess not. I just assumed it was because he gave a shit about me.”
"At least he finally found a toy with a backbone…" Tezca smiled a little, fading to a dark smoke before appearing behind the angel. "I wonder, did he tell you exactly why he’s keeping you around?"
“I swear, what the fuck is it with your family and fading and appearing behind people. It’s annoying as shit, and it’s pointless as fuck.” Emmett turned to face the other. "No, he didn’t. And like you would know.”
Blake had just spent the entire day doing essays and assignments for his college courses, and he was desperate to get out. He needed a break or he was going to go crazy, and he knew just the place to go. It was a local coffee shop called Lily’s Coffee and Pastries, and he was a regular there. He always had time for coffee, even if he was tired. But he was definitely tired now. His body felt like dead weights and his eyes were hard to keep open. A walk and a delicious iced coffee would do the trick.
Blake grabbed his coat and walked out of his apartment complex. The coffee shop was directly across from his apartment, but there was a park in between that he loved to go through. It was kinda dead that time of day but he liked it that way. He kept walking for a couple minutes, watching teenagers being rowdy and people running on the paths until he found himself in front of Lily’s. He zipped up his jacket and opened the door, heading inside. It was always cold in there, no matter the weather.
Uriah had asked this girl out a few days ago. He actually thought that this one was going to come and not stand him up. Of course she did. Not that the angel didn’t expect it. This had been the third time this month. He could only take so much of one form of rejection. It wasn’t like they said no. They said yes and then just didn’t come. They all couldn’t have forgotten. His ego was taking quite a few blows. A guy can only take so much before he just stops trying.
The date was supposed to be at this coffee shop. Uriah had shown up earlier and stayed for at least an hour. He was sure she wasn’t coming. He was just about to leave with his iced coffee in hand when he’d bumped into a guy on his way out. He accedentally spilled some coffee on what looked like a new hoodie.
"Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Do you need some help cleaning up?” It sounded better in his head. He didn’t mean to be awkward, he meant to be courteous.
dean and cas messing with each other just for the fun of it (◡‿◡✿)
cas poking dean in the side when dean is cleaning his guns and making him jump, sending parts flying in every direction (◠‿◠✿)
dean slapping cas on the ass after he holds the door for him and winking when cas blushes all the way to the tips of his ears \(◕‿◕✿)/
cas teaming up with sam and hiding all of dean’s flannels in different rooms of the bunker (⊙‿⊙✿)
dean retaliating by simply refusing to wear a shirt at all, knowing that sam will only be able to handle so much across-the-room-eye-sex before he finally caves and gives dean his shirts back (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧