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FILL: (2)

Sam stood straight backed with the rest of them, but could not take his eyes of the newcomer, clearly their superior. Dark hair. Sombre appearance. The way he shed his coat and gloves and left them in the arms of his footman was natural yet pointed -- as if the sharp movements had been instilled in him from a young age. Perhaps they had, Sam though, because it wasn't his demeanor that marked him as their superior but the spread of dark wings: he was an angel.

"I am called Castiel," said the angel. There were no titles among their kind, only names; aside from the Archangels, their ranking class fluctuated so frequently that it was useless for Mankind to do anything but consider them all one mind. Castiel tugged at his cuffs, straightening the sleeves. "I conduct the household. Step forward for inspection, please."

No one batted a lash as they did as Castiel requested, but inwardly, Sam thought it a bit strange that Castiel was doing... well... work. Not to mention his wings. They were tucked neatly behind Castiel's back as he walked down the line of applicants, assigning or dismissing as he saw fit, but there was no hiding the lonely shade of his feathers. They were as dark as smoke -- as if someone had smudged ash all over them -- and it struck Sam then that there was an opportunity here, one he hadn't expected.

An unmated member of Gabriel's house. Possibly the last one. Definitely Sam's last hope for a more permanent position near his brother.

Castiel's nostrils flared when he stepped to Sam. An angel didn't have to ask questions in order to know a person; they simply looked -- sliding in as easily as a knife, paring out the information they wanted, and bypassing the messy humanity of lies and flattery to get to the truth. A pair of blue eyes -- too true a blue to be human -- looked deeply into his, and Sam waited for it to hurt, for it to feel invasive. The feeling never came.

"Oh," said Castiel, wings ruffling briefly. "Winchester." A small smile touched the corner of his mouth, but the realization of Sam's identity did not seem to affect the rest of his expression. Castiel slipped incrementally closer and breathed, taking a long pull of Sam's scent in a way he hadn't with the others. "Yes," he said, "you'll be working with me."

Sam shuddered faintly. He couldn't believe his luck.

*

Castiel was a quiet and efficient worker. He ran the house openly and made himself available so servants would be able to find him when they needed help. For the most part, he was a problem solver and a planner. He arranged all the in-house ceremonies, made the staff aware of incoming visitors, and ensured that the house was always stocked and ready for company. As far as Sam could tell, Castiel did it because he liked keeping busy, which was more than Sam could say for much of his family.

As for Sam... He did nothing. Castiel gave him no instructions. He made no demands. It was Castiel's footman, Chuck, who made sure he knew where his room was and that he was at Castiel's side before breakfast. Sam helped Chuck because he didn't know what else to do. He didn't want to be standing there, doing nothing, so he passed Chuck clothing as he helped Castiel dress and he served food at dinner and he ran errands.

He did what he could to seem useful. He didn't want Castiel to have any reason to send him away, but while Castiel would watch him -- hawkishly, with a gaze that lingered and picked him apart even from a distance -- he did not give orders. It was as if he was waiting for Sam to snap under the pressure because he seemed unsurprised when Sam lingered one evening after Chuck bid him goodnight.

"Did you need something?" Castiel asked.