- Supernatural (1)
The first thing Castiel was aware of, was that he hurt virtually everywhere. The next thing he noticed was that he was on something soft. He didn't notice his arm was bound to his chest until he tried to move.
His eyes shot open as memories came flooding back. There had been Angels, three of them. They had had him cornered in an ally, beating him until he had almost lost consciousness. He vaguely remembered hearing another voice, farther away, maybe female, before his vision was taken over by a bright blinding light. Then he knew nothing.
He tried to prop himself up, using his unbound right hand, but hot white pain shot up his chest. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth against the pain.
"Hey, you're alright, though I wouldn't try to get up, were I you." A soft, slightly brogued voice chided him, quiet footsteps coming closer.
"Where am I?" Cas demanded, squinting up at the figure beside him.
In which Freya owns a coffee shop, Arthur hates his job, but loves coffee, Merlin has smooth moves and a knack for words, and there's an unfair amount of caffeine-fuelled flirting happening over crossword puzzles.
Bookmarked by ByTheStones67
28 Apr 2014