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[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Don't mind Cas, he's just wetting his pallet at the Lux. He's had a hard week. He hates walking everywhere and is finally disenchanted by the castle. Feel free to bug him.]

I find Valentine's Day to be frivolous.

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Forever

[demontobeloved]

[Cole just happens to glance up at the right time and sees that judgemental look.

He flashes a stare back at Castiel, one that says 'you got a problem'? Before he takes a sip of his drink.]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Rolling his shoulders and ignoring it Cas brings his drink to his lips again, intent on having as much as possible for the money he'd brought with him.]

[demontobeloved]

[Cole's just going to wander over]

Tough day?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Cas just visibly shrugs. The day wasn't tough so much as he's finally reached his wits end.] I grow weary of this place.

[demontobeloved]

Tell me about it.

[He raises his glass in a salute] But the booze is good.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

Alcohol is the same anywhere.

[demontobeloved]

So, you're a guy who drinks for the sake of drinking?

[Cole takes another sip of his whiskey]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

I suppose that would be the case here.

[demontobeloved]

It's not that bad.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[His expression one of lethargic irritation Cas traces the finger of one hand around the rim of his glass before responding.] Perhaps for you.

[demontobeloved]

...What's up? Castle just getting you down?

[What's this? A demon caring about someone's feelings?]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

Yes, you could say that. I have become discontent.

[demontobeloved]

It's not really that bad, is it?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

I have things to tend to back home.

[demontobeloved]

From what I've heard, the castle drops you off where you left off. It happened to me, apparently.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

You mean to say that I should I return home nothing will have changed. [He doesn't look so sure despite saying so.]

[demontobeloved]

Yeah. That's what I've heard.

[He can't remember the last time he was in the castle, after all.]

I wouldn't worry too much about it.

[And then he offers his hand.]

Cole Turner.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Cas takes his hand and gives it a firm grip.] Castiel.

[demontobeloved]

Castiel, huh? Name sounds familiar.

Were your parents religious?

[Cole's grip is just as strong.]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[When Castiel pulls his hand back he doesn't hesitate to have another drink.] Yes, [He answers plainly.] My father is the redeemer.

[demontobeloved]

The redeemer?

[It takes a few cogs to click before he blinks.]

Ah. Angel, right? [A pause.]

...Why do I always find the ones who'd vanquish me in an instant?

[That's muttered.]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[His ears keen as ever pick up on that immediately.] I will not smite you. [He had no reason to.]

[demontobeloved]

Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so quick to say that.

You don't even know what I am yet.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

I didn't ask. [He states firmly. The last thing he needs is another reason to be uncomfortable here.]

[demontobeloved]

...

[Cole just takes another gulp of his drink.]

Gotcha.