Me after Him

“You commented on revenge” Hope changed the subject, not wanting to get lost. “What would it be?”Castiel grinned, leaning back on the table as he raised his wrists close to her face, letting his elbows rest against the table. The criminal came close, very close to the journalist's face, who froze with the sudden approach, unable to move a muscle.He laughed some more, laughing out of context, and walked away, his eyes gleaming in Hope's direction. The handcuffs failed, and he pointed at Hope with one of his forefingers, forming a gun with his hand right after, also using his middle finger.Hope looked down at Castiel's hand, finding the year he was born tattooed on his fingers. She remained expressionless, her eyes falsely cold.“If I tell you… I'll have to kill you,” he whispered.“And would you use your fingers?” Hope had to make fun of his.“Intelligent.” He returned to normal, laughing, convinced that “I could strangle you.”“I thought I was dealing with a drug dealer, not a psyc

“How did you find me?” Castiel looked nervously at the very short girl still in front of him with furious eyes, her face was red, and she was panting, because it looked like she ran a marathon. His black clothes, highlighting his extremely white skin, were wrinkled, and had a little blood staining the shirt on the left shoulder.“What if the police don't think that you, like me, just one of your one-night stands would find him?” She walked straight through his arms, pushing him roughly over her shoulder so she could enter the small apartment Reed used to hide. “You don't know how many times I've had to fight to get here! And if my father dreams that I'm in front of you right now, he'll throw this thing up and hunt you down in hell!”The girl went around the room and headed towards the corridors, opening the doors of the two bedrooms and the bathroom, checking if there was anyone else there, but she found only a bunch of organized suitcases and she knew what they contained, money, drug