Me after Him
Wasn't she afraid of danger?
Castiel flashed finding the statement funny, it really was a comical irony. He stared into the girl's eyes concealing the subliminal humor, as if to rebuke her, but he was just laughing inside the other's boldness.
“What time is it?” asked Castiel.
“Nine-twenty at night.”
“Um... So, in less than... five minutes I'll be loose.”
“Pardon?” Hope raised his eyebrows.
Castiel raised both trapped wrists and pointed up with the index finger, asking Hope to listen. The girl was silent, listening to whatever it is. Sounds of propellers, loud voices, rush... Shots. The journalist opened her eyes as much as he could, observing Castiel's amusing expression.
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