Jan 26, 2014 20:57
Castiel was angry, livid even. How Moira had pulled it off, he didn't know, but he felt betrayed. Though, after their last conversation, maybe he shouldn't be surprised.
He and Anna appeared in the middle of Antiquitus (he'd given her a lift, it was easier than her walking... and she was a little tipsy from the whiskey), though Moira didn't appear to be in.
Who was in, however, was Stiles who stood up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open at the suddenly-appeared guests. "Er, can I help you?"
"Yes, you have something that we need. Where is it? Give it to her." Castiel growled, moved to take hold of the neck of Stiles' hoodie and pulled him closer. He might need a little calming down, because he was very close to pulling out his angel blade.
"I- whoa, this is my first day of work dude." Stiles stammered. "I-I don't know what you're even talking about---"
[[Anna, Cas and Stiles (who will likely leave the thread shortly), then 'Moira' for tagging order?]]
stiles,
anna milton,
kilrenko,
antiquitus,
castiel