Novel & Cerita Misha Collins As Castiel

I said, my voice a little too tight for comfort. Castiel looked up at me, his eyes softening when he saw me. “Hey,” he said back, and then he smiled, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “You look like you’re ready to murder someone.” I shot him a look, one I knew would give him a glimpse of just how pissed I really was. I didn’t even try to hide it. I had always been good at masking my emotions, but right now, I didn’t see any reason to pretend.

“Not at the moment. She is at home and I'm at work. Did you need her? She should have her phone on her.” “No, I needed to talk to you but I didn't want her to overhear.” I take a deep breath. “Castiel was in Hamlet last night, trying to cast a spell. Thankfully his warlock wasn't strong enough. But he will just keep trying until he finds one who is. He came there because with you there it's where he is at his strongest.” “How do you know all this? Aren't you still trapped in the lamp?” Cash asks, confused.

He lit a tissue on fire, and with a swift motion, the burning tissue transformed into a rose in his hand. "Beautiful lady, will you accept this rose from me?" said Castiel. His voice was just enchanting and magnetic. Honestly, Castiel had truly struck a chord in my heart. His melancholic yet rebellious aura gave him a unique charm. While blushing slightly, I responded, "Of course, I'll accept." "Accept what? What are you agreeing to?" A mood-shattering voice suddenly cut in. Heath appeared with bloodshot eyes, and he grabbed my shoulders. "Penelope, didn't you say you and Castiel were nothing more than colleagues? What are you agreeing to now?"