The Lefevre Reunion.

Castiel, Aeliana, and Mathieu.

Castiel ran his thin fingers through his slicked back hair. A smirk appearing on his lips as, with just a squint of his eyes, the neck of the human twisted and snapped, instantly killing the pathetic germ. Not a single drop of blood was shed, the abnormally white carpet of their living room remaining unsoiled. Poor girl. All she wanted to do was sell him some Girl Scout cookies. She couldn't be older than twelve. If only she had known. One single glint of sympathy for the girl crossed over his face before it vanished, his right hand running over the tattoo on his left arm.

"Show no mercy."

He mumbled to himself, eyes snapping to the side to look at the whimpering parents of the little Girl Scout, eyes wide as they stared at him. The smirk that had been wiped away when he had felt the sympathy reappeared. The long ash at the end of the cigarette that was in his mouth finally fell, he needn't worry about that for just before it hit the carpet and string of water moved to catch it, the water diving right into the mother of the child's eyes. The woman let out a scream as her eyes were sliced by the water; in one eye and out the other. "Shh, shh, sh. My dear." He said to her, taking long steps over to her and kneeling down in front of her. "You don't want to make any noise," He started, leaning in to her ear, "someone might hear you." It was too late, the woman was already screaming, the shock of loosing her eyes having passed.

Cas clenched his jaw, squinting his eyes at the woman once to send water down her gaping mouth. Immediately she shut up. Blood slowly began to drip from her eyes and mouth. "Clean up this mess." Castiel ordered, getting up and turning around. Walking out of the white living room, he kicked the little Girl Scout's shoe, hearing a crack as her leg twisted and broke. Too bad she was dead, he would have liked to see the pain in her eyes. Without focusing, water began to float around the room, being drawn out from the trees and flowers that surrounding the house. The plants wilted, the water moving swiftly and efficiently to pick up the women and take them outside, wandering far and wide only to drop them off in a random alley in the city. His fourth victims this week. The water returned back to the house, sinking into the trees and flowers it was drawn from, returning the plants back to life.

Aeli spouted a great few curse words at her french cab driver as he forced her out. Of course she had no money. She was sticking her thumb out on a highway, fighting the dust with a raggedy ripped shirt. And to even assume that there would be any other payment would be preposterous. She dusted herself off and collected her things, a shoulder bag, a suitcase, and her hat, which flew off when she bent over. At least he brought her to her destination. As he sped away she looked up to her home. The wind is gentle as she travels up the path and steps to the door, but it's eerily quiet. She notices the plants around her die, go devoid of any water, and she thinks to help before they return to normal right before her eyes. How very abnormal. She knocks, knuckles rapping hard on the door. She knows she doesn't have to, that this is her home, but it only feels right after being gone for so long. Her green hair is hidden under a bandanna, as not to be a shock. She's always had beautiful blond hair, but it seemed time for a change, and since green has the most beautiful effect on bringing out her eyes, that is the color she chose. "Hello?"

Castiel's head twitched as the knock echoed throughout the empty house. The only thing in it, and having occupied it for the last years, was him. Mat ran off with some woman, after Cas had mangled her back, and he hadn't heard from his brother since. "Not like I want to." He mumbled to himself, almost gagging at the thought of humans. Being half human, he can't really pinpoint what it is about them that he doesn't like... he just hates them. God created angels first - perfect beings capable of doing amazing things - yet he cherished the most imperfect things ever. Simple beings who died from diseases and fight in wars, while in the angel world there were no diseases and no wars. Castiel was unable to fathom why God would create humans and cherish them above his real sons and daughters.

Cas blinked, mind completely empty as he walked through the living room where he had wasted away the two girls. He stopped, something having caught his eye. Turning his head slowly to the side where the mother had lay, Cas noticed a small red speck. Four long strides and he was towering above the dot, kneeling down to wipe his finger over it. The blood smeared. He got up to his feet and shook his head, hand running over his hair as he turned away from it with a 'hmph', water immediately entering the room from the flowers on the coffee table within the room and swaying over to the blood, cleaning it up with ease and he watched the door, knowing full well who was behind it. "Aeliana, come in." He called out to her, smiling with twisted grin.

Aeliana wasn't surprised to hear her name, but who said it. Cas. So where's Mat? She swallowed nervously and opened the door, crossing the threshold with a sort of uncertainty. As if she'd walked into a trap and she knew it. The aura of the room was dark as she stared at her brother. He'd certainly grown. "Hello, Cas..." She felt strangely unwelcome. She hadn't planned this reunion awkward, but more happy and joyous, and certainly with no Cas. He scared her as a child and she'd grown to convince herself any feelings she would ever have for him were distrust. His menacing smile told her just what she needed to prove her antics. "How...have you been?" She pulled off her jacket and away her bandanna, hanging them on the golden brass coat hanger by the door. She slipped off her worn flip flops and looked around. She touched plants as she explored her once-home, each one blooming and growing beautifully.

Castiel could feel what Aeli was feeling, a bond he and his siblings shared although his was ten times stronger than their's. He was the eldest child, which meant his powers were more developed. The smile only grew as she stepped into the house, her skin prickling with discomfort as she removed her garments. However, when the cloth was removed from her head he was forced to hold back a gasp, his eyes narrowing. With the narrow of his eyes, the water that was in the plants she was blooming left again to swoop her to him, his arms instinctively wrapping around her as he examined her hair. "What have you done?" He asked her with a stern tone, jaw clenching and unclenching as he let her go, water returning to the plants and allowing them to bloom again.

Aeliana wriggled away from him, uncomfortable by the pushing and the suffering the plants were going through. She could feel them, could hear their tiny, soundless screams of pain. "Please stop that. It's hurts me, and most importantly, it hurts them." She spoke of the plants of course, her one true friend. She pulled at her hair, almost self-conscious at his reaction. "I dyed it. You don't like it?" She looked up to her from where she crouched, stroking a plant. It's flowers bloomed, died, and were regrown. Circle of life. You can't live forever. She stands, brushing long strands of green hair from her pale face. "Where's Mathieu? Where has he gone since I left" By the time she's finished the sentence her arms are crossed, brown eyes looking over her brother once more. He seems to have been living alone for a while, but seems unscathed; unbothered by the isolation.

Castiel could feel a smirking laugh escape him at what his sister had said. "Them? The plants? It hurts the plants?" He said with disbelief, chuckling as he shook his head. The fingers of one of his hands combed through his hair once more, allowing his eyes to settle intently on Aeli and the plant she was stroking as if it were a wounded child. "What about the water? Do you think that it doesn't have any feelings? That being consumed and twisted by the plant doesn't affect it at all? That my connection to the water doesn't allow me to feel its pain like you with plants?" Cas could only shrug as he finished, turning slightly to look into the kitchen, the water draining from the plant once again and, with a squint of his eyes, began swirling around the room. "It's okay." He said, referring to her hair with another shrug as the water circled around Aeliana, dancing around her. At the mention of Mathieu, Castiel clenched his jaw. Hard. with a squint of his eyes and an angry exhale of breath, the water sliced the plant and its pot in half, the soil in the pot littering the floor as well as the carcass of the plant. "He's.. gone."

Aeliana scoffed. "Water isn't ALIVE." She snapped back. Giving up as he did it again, she slumped against the wall, singing. She only listened to what he said, but didn't pay attention, swatting the water away as it encircled her. She wished, hard, that he would quit it. She wanted to scream to him, to let him know exactly how much it hurt. She had grown so close to her powers over the last few years she was almost a part of them, exactly what she had been trying to achieve. Aeliana almost opened her mouth again to speak on the subject of her hair, but then she heard a shattering, which caused her to yelp and jump away instinctively, though ti was of no use. A small shard of the pot found itself buried in her knee, but all she could think of was the poor plant. The top end was done for. There's nothing she can do without the root, no yet. She took hold of it and scampered away, up to her used-to-be bedroom, where she found and empty pot and took care of the plant, blood trickling lightly down her leg. As it turns out, the plant is an oleander, quite poisonous. If any water had found it's way into her mouth after it cut the plant, she'd have been a goner.

Immediately after he had done it, he regretted it. Castiel cringed as he heard Aeli yelp in pain. The sharp, metallic scent of blood found its way into his nostrils. She was hurt. With brows furrowing, Cas turned to face her. "Aeliana, I'm so --.." His mouth was left jarred open as she dashed up the stairs to her room. It would be just as she had left it, except for a clean change of sheets on her bed. That was the only thing Cas could force himself to do in her room. While in Mathieu's room he had completely rearranged it. With the poisonous water, Cas cleaned up any blood drops that Aeli had dripped onto the carpet, and threw the water into the sink that was in the kitchen. Next, he bolted up the stairs, taking two at a time until he was in front of Aeli's door. It was there where he froze. He wanted to say something, to apologize to her, but his tongue was numb. He had never felt like this before, had never had a stone tongue. Rather he was always sharp and quick with what he said. Was it Aeliana who was doing this to him? Even worse: Could she feel his internal conflict about this? Sense that he was standing outside of her door with confusion? 

Castiel clenched his jaw and shook his head, tongue and body regaining their mobility as he rapped his knuckles against her door, respecting her privacy and not barging in. "Aeli.. I'm sorry."

Aeli couldn't help but sob a bit. She had missed her brothers, her only living relations. But now only one was to be found. She didn't dare ask again as to what became of Mat. It seemed a touchy subject with Cas and he became so violent that she didn't want anything to do with it. She doesn't feel regret, but sorrow. Why that is, is not decipherable.

Cas is standing outside her door. She can feel his aura, the movements in the air as he approaches. It's almost as if even the house is afraid of him. Unrest can do that to their lovely abode. The planted root and half-stem in her lap twists around the stick planted in the pot, creating a lovely braid of a plant, with a heart formed at the top.

She won't get up to get the door. She can't bring herself to, no matter how sincere Cas sounds and feels. But she would allow him passage were he to just open the door. She knows he can feel her, just how she feels him. Her tongue is dry and sticks in her mouth and her room feels stifling. She's sweating; hard. Still rooted to the bed, one hand is removed from the plant to wipe her brow. She gave a glance at her earlier cut. The piece of pot still stuck out, but it had scabbed over, the bleeding clotted for now. She knows, though, that if she moves it will bleed again.

A sigh filtered through Castiel's mouth as he ran a long-limbed hand through his slicked back hair. Everything in his life bent and twisted to suit his needs, and having someone do what Aeli was doing taunted him. He akways had his way no matter what, and no one had ever run away from him or told him what to do. Aeliana had done just that. Even though it irked him so, Cas had to admit that he liked it in some twisted way.

Castiel rapped his knuckles against the door once more, but stopped mid-knock. With an idea popping into his head, Cas turned away from the door and walked to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, moving swiftly to the cabinet and opening it all the same. His eyes quickly scanned the contents for the red and white first aid kit. It had been so long since he was in search for such a thing that he was even beginning to doubt that he even owned one. He snatched it up and shut the cupboard and a flick of his head as he turned around and left the bathroon. Castiel marched back to Aeliana's room where he knocked on the wooden door gently and opened it. He stuck his head through the crack and peeked at her with a raised brow.

"Mind if I come in?" He asked with sweet, almost too plesant to be true, tonem cracking a smile at her. Without an answer, Castiel opened the door all of the way and stepped in, tapping it lightly behind him to partially close the door as if to give them privacy despite them being the only ones in the house. He stepped over to her and took a knee, eyes examining her knee as his hands opened the first aid kit and rummaged through its contents. His hands withdrew a bandaid pad and some tape. Setting that neatly on the bed, Castiel now assessed her knee. Nimble fingers danced across the tight skin on her kneem thumbs holding his hands steady as his indexes nudged the shard of pot gently.

Giving Aeliana a warning glance, Cas then grasped the shard and tugged it sharply, removing it from her skin and setting it on a sheet of the gauze that he had seperated from the bulk that he planned to put on her knee. He eyed the shard, emitting a small grunt before he took the rest of the gauze and gently applied it to the cut, taking the tape and ripping strips from it to hold the tape in place. Once her wound was dressed, Castiel got to his feet, grabbed the first aid kit and the sheet of gauze with the shard in it, and moved to the door. He kicked the door open with his foot and paused, glancing behind his back at Aeli. "Sorry." He said simply before he turned away and walked out of her room.

The next knock startled her, as she was staring intently at the door awaiting his entrance. Aeli honestly hadn't expected him to turn away, and her heart sank ever so slowly into her stomach. In him doing so she nearly got up herself to go after him, but something told her he'd be back, whether it be now or later. But she had certainly not expected him to come in with the first aid kit. She hadn't thought of that. Her mind couldn't even come to terms with the fact that there was a piece of glass in her leg, let alone that it needed to be removed and that it could possibly get infected without protection. She's usually much more careful. Oh, wait. It was Castiel who did this to her. And here she is, so forgiving, so accepting of his violence.

He was soon in front of her and she could smell him. He, to her, smelled like the crisp ocean, where she slept for at least a week. She did so enjoy the morning waves lapping at her toes. So lost in her thoughts, it was an extreme surprise when his hands fells upon her. She shuddered, but it played off well as he touched the piece sticking from her leg. She swallowed while meeting Cas's eyes, closing her own then, and braced herself. It hurt worse coming out than going in, she found. When he finally tugged it free she moaned, her leg refusing to stop bleeding.

As he gently cared for her laceration she watched without movement, without even a breath, the plant in her lap writhing around the stick, the beauty now a tangled mess of confusion with but one bloom in the midst of the large knot. Then he left; just left. Why did he leave? She doesn't care, or so she pretends. She lies down then, slipping her flower to the floor, and closes her eyes. She dreams of the ocean, if only for a short while.

It wasn't hard for Castiel to notice the tangled mess of the flower, hell it wasn't difficult for anyone to notice. It was a tangled mess of crunchy brown leaves, knotted up with only one remaining bud on the very top of it. The first, and only thing he could think of about the plant, the only significance he could assume it held is if it reflected Aeliana's feelings. Is that how she felt on the inside? Was he causing her to feel tangled and confused? The thought of him having something to do with her feeling the way she felt, he had to admit, made him feel almost.. wanted. As if she wanted him, not sexually. In fact, it was the most innocent want in the world. And surprisingly, he liked it despite it contradicting his hard-ass, I-get-everything-I-want, sex-crazed self. He didn't know what it was, but he felt the very same way about Aeliana.

And that only dampened his mood. His sister, really now? Due to that simple fact, he trudged down the hallway with light steps, forcing himself to feel different internally so Aeli couldn't tap into his feelings. It was wrong, there was no reason for him to feel that way about her. Incest was frowned upon in both the human and angel world. But maybe he wasn't accepted in either worlds. Due to his half-and-half heritage, he was unfit for both the human and angel world. His offspring would only be mutts and have the same fate as he. Perhaps inbreeding with his own sister could make the chance for a pure angel child increase? It was possible, but with it being as wrong as it was, he couldn't do it. Maybe... just maybe.

A man could wish, right? There was nothing wrong with that -- with wishing that there was some random twist within their past that could make it possible. It was worth a try. Maybe if he prayed, God would hear him? Or due to him being what he is, God has completely abandoned him? Castiel smirked. If God loved humans, then he could love this angelic fuck up.

Cas reached the bottom of the steps with a sigh, closing his eyes as he walked over to the white couch, plopping on it with another frusterated sigh. "Why.." He said to himself, french accent dripping from his voice -- thick and prominent, and, somehow, soft and sweet. Maybe Aeli's homecoming was a good thing? Of course, which each good thought, there was always a bad one to contradict it.

The thud of Castiel's steps caressed her dreams, matching her heart beat to a tee. She dug deep into the clean, earthy smell of her sheets with a small groan. She came home for an epiphany, to prove that the emptiness inside her was only existent on account of home-sickness, but now she's returned and found something else. And Cas? Good God, Cas knows it too. Wrong, so wrong. Yet her darkest desire is that it would be ever so right.

No. Aeli forced herself to forget, shoved any thought of Cas like that out of her mind. She reached out to him with her mind, not enough for him to know, but enough for her to see how not internally conflicted he was. Feeling dirty, she pulls away, feeling damned; condemned to suffer alone. The thought of running off again entered her mind, running away from her feelings just as she had done in the first place.

The insatiable hunger faded and was replaced with a real need for food. She cant remember the last time she had home-cooked food. Padding lightly down the stairs with hair swishing at her thighs, she made her way through the house. The kitchen, which she traveled through the living room to get to, looked pleasant, but empty, like the rest of the house. Aeli can't even imagine her parents cooking in here anymore, the house was so devoid of them. She sat at the table, lying her head on her arms with a exasperated sigh.
[Kinda short.]

It felt like his eyes were closed for only seconds before they snapped open, tempted by the sound and smell of Aeliana walking through the living room. Where was she going? Curiosity sprouted as his head turned to the kitchen, spotting her sitting at the table with her head in her arms. He smiled for only an instant, it vanishing as he felt this warm feeling creep up his body. He already went through this with himself. It was wrong. Cas gulped, blinking the remaining sleep from his eyes and got up to his feet, stretching his body with numerous cracks before he walked into the kitchen.

"You're hungry, yeah?" He said to her, back facing her as he rummaged through the cupboards to get a pan and spatula. Setting those on the stove he moved to the kitchen, pulling out a package of bacon and a carton of eggs. It was a rare thing for an angel to want to eat, but being half-angels it happened more often, of course the urge was still significantly less than a human's urge. Humans, unlike angels and the others, ate food just for fun -- like it was a game or something. A hobby. It was almost scary to witness the amount of food they consumed. Cas, on the other hand, ate only about once a month, sometimes twice depending on his strength. He tends to neglect his health and try his best to be something that he's not. Many a time he could remember being bed ridden with barely enough strength to eat; and a few times he happened to be close to death. He's learned his lesson though. Now he's as healthy as the best angel in heaven.

Cas put the pan on the stove, turning the burner on and letting it sit for the pan to heat up as he opened the package of bacon. Once he got several pieces loose he put them on one side of the pan, not even cowering away at the snapping and cracking fats that now coated the bottom of the pan. Now he moved onto the eggs, taking two and cracking them open before pouring the eggs' contents into the pan with the bacon. He flipped and moved them around when it was necessary. And as they grew closer to being done he moved to another cupboard and withdrew a plate, and from a drawer with withdrew a fork. He then moved back to the stove, taking the bacon and eggs of the pan and placing them onto the white plate before he placed it in front of Aeli along with the fork, giving her a weary smile as he did so.

Aeli somehow knew he'd get up, how she wasn't sure. She was a little hesitant to let him cook for her, seeing as he doesnt even eat, but nodded feebly anyways. She was too tired to even consider cooking. Watching him cook was actually comforting. The way he focused and every muscle moved. She made sure her thought train was untraceable, that nothing made it past her usually thin skull. How embarrassing would that be!
She found herself still staring as he turned, and her attention shifted to the plate in his strong hands. Lovely fine china; so frail. Her mouth began to salivate as he set the plate in front of her. She has always had to eat. It was assumed that was because she was the most muddled of her siblings, too human. She shovels the food into her mouth, finishing in mere minutes. Having eaten the fruit of her own labor - literally - for so long, a little meat in her thin stomach is more than welcome. "Thank you." She says meekly, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. She returns his smile, feeling as if things will get better.

Castiel nods his head as Aeliana began shoveling the food into her mouth. A brow raised at the sight, but he didn't speak yet, she seemed too... occupied with the food -- that even if he did speak she would be too engrossed with the food to have even acknowledged him. It was quite amusing, however. Not even he found satisfaction in his own cooking when he did eat, seeing Aeli devour the food in minutes with a smile on her face made him wonder if his cooking was actually decent. Perhaps it was, but until he grew a diet like a human's, he may never know.

During the duration that Aeli was eating--or rather vacuuming up the food--Cas had leaned up against the table, placing his elbow on the wood and his chin in his hand, watching her intently. Immediately as she finished he swooped the plate and silverware away, placing them swiftly but gently into the sink before he moved to another cupboard, opening it to see an array of cups. He grabbed a small glass one, setting it on the counter nearest to the refridgerator so he could grab the pitcher of orange juice that was freshly squeezed. Despite him rarely ever eating or drinking, he found that the fresh made goods were the best, and it just so happened that yesterday's morning he had the hankering for this citrus drink.

He quickly poured the pale orange liquid into the glass and carried both objects back over to Aeli, placing the cup in front of her and the pitcher further away from her so she didn't feel pressured to drink the remaining half of the orange juice in the pitcher, which he did actually want her to finish if it possbile. His craving was gone, and he wasn't keen on wasting something he himself had produced.

Aeli licked her lips, stomach no longer aching for food, but aching at its own fullness. Seeing the orange juice, her lips tugged into a faint smile. Orange juice is something she's craved every day since she'd left. Freshly squeezed in their mother's glass pitcher. Swallowing a sip with glee, she looked around her. Everything was so unmoved she wondered if Castiel ever left. "So...what's new?" She leaned back in her chair.
How is he able to convert her moods like he does? Its unnerving. One second shes ecstatic, then nervous, then angry, then sad, now happy. All in an hour. Damn him. Why must he make her feel in such a way? Its exhausting. She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn, taking another long gulp of orange juice. It was delicious ; almost addicting.
[Sorry its really short. I : ]

Castiel shrugged at Aeli's question. Surely she had to be informed on Mat's situation, so that wasn't new. And all of Cas's... "reapings" weren't things she needed to know about. So, ruling both of those out, he shrugged his shoulders again. "Nothing." He said simply, voice cold and clipped. He leaned back onto the edge of the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her with seemingly almost impatient eyes. The silence was awkward. Almost as if he was supposed to do something to fill it. But what? Was he supposed to commence the mundane activity of 'small talk'? Was that what Aeli was expecting of him? Cas's brows knitted together out of determination as his eyes gained a far-away look in them. "What about you?" He asked, blinking thrice before dropping his arms. "Why did you decide to come home?


Sorry its crap.

Why had she come home? She had expected, yet feared this question. Could it be as simple as she was home-sick? Yes. She can tell herself that. She squirmed in her seat, then cleared her throat, phlegmy from the orange juice, and answered. "I missed you." That's not what she had thought. "All of you. I wanted to come home. I thought...maybe I'd had enough time away." Closing her mouth before she rambled on, she gave a half-hearted smile. She remembers Cas not being good with, well, talking, but if they just sit and stare at each other what will happen then. Aeliana knows she will likely explode. So much ridiculous tension...


Mine's crap...
v-v
So effing short.

^This bitch totally looks like Goku~

Castiel raised his brows out of shock, his face clearly showing the emotion. The shock quickly shifted into disbelief and amusement as he moved over to the table and rested his elbow on the smooth marble surface, his chin in his hand. "I find that very hard to believe, Aeli." He muttered to her, voice cold and clipped despite his insides running around like crazy, almost causing him to get light headed with this odd feeling. "Now, if you said you only missed Mathieu, I'd understand, but I know for a fact that you didn't miss me." He let his eyes roll, a soft chuckle escaping him as his visage warmed up a little. Spinning around to place his back against the table, Cas gave Aeli a smile, teeth perfectly white and straight, as his hand moved through his slicked back hair. "You definitely had enough time away," He began, giving her a glance before looking at the faucet, squinting slightly to cause water to leak out of the faucet mouth, the small stream floating and swirling around in the air. "I began to miss you."

Aeliana bit her lip uncomfortably. She cocked her head in confusion. "Just because we've never been close does not mean I can't miss you, Cas." It was true; she did miss him. She missed them all, but he only seemed to be here, unwilling to divulge any information on the rest of the family. Her heart was thudding against her small chest, something she did not fully understand. He...missed her? Cas was always so distant, so...scary, even. As she stared into his cold and dark eyes, she shivered. "Have you been out lately?" She asked, still trying to figure out if her brother was a hopeless recluse, or she was just crazy. She also wanted to get the conversation off of her reasons for returning. leaving, etc. Those were things she didn't care to talk about.

The water began to ripple, his mind unable to focus on it as bits of anger swirled around in his head. With all control lost, the water fell down to the tiled floor with loud 'splats' as he turned on Aeli, jaw clenched and dark, emotionless eyes blazing a light red. "What is there to miss when it comes to me?" He said, voice raising slightly. "I am nothing. It wouldn't make a difference to you two if I wasn't here. Mathieu's girlfriend probably wouldn't have that nasty scar on her back, but that's the only change. You two would move on easily." An angry sigh left his lungs in a rush, hand running through his hair again as the water that previously fell onto the floor began rising once more in its untidy, splatty shape and moving to the sink where Cas dropped it sloppily. "I do not go out." He said, eyes, which had finally lost the red tint, moving to the water in the sink as it was sucked down the drain. "I do not associate with humans." As the words left his lips, he almost wished Aeli had seen what he had done earlier to those humans. She would strongly disagree with his actions. The thought, having resonated in his mind, each time gaining a more dominant and twisted sound to it, bounced around in his head, lips curling up in a ferocious smirk.

[Total shit]

Frightened, Aeli's soft, wide eyes kept open. What in hell was the matter with Cas? Listening to him talking about himself like that was just plain hurtful. He's her brother, and she cared for him just as much as she care for Mat. Thinking back to what he'd said, her brows furrowed. Mat had a girlfriend who had scar, which Cas caused. Utterly confused and still scared, Aeli kept quiet. He was so volatile; angry. She had no idea why, though.
His reply to her question stabbed her right through the heart, seeing as she was the most human of all of the children, being the last. But he couldn't understand. he was so angel that it was impossible for him. She placed her palms flat on the table and stood, the chair squeaking against the floor as it pushed out. She turned violently, tears welling in her eyes and green hair whipping through the air, and stalked away from him. "Fine. I'll go back to live with the vile human swine then, because that's where disgusting humans like me belong, right Cas?" She called behind her. The plants in the house, still a bit devoid of water, writhed and wrinkled, her conflicting emotions confusing them. She sauntered up the stairs to her room and slammed the door, causing the entire wall of her family pictures to clash to the floor and break.