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Naomi slammed her fist on her desk, but Castiel didn’t flinch. She thought she was intimidating, but she was not.
“You are forbidden from making contact with Michael’s vessel! Your job was to rescue him from Hell, nothing else! I should have never chosen you for the mission.” Naomi yelled.
Castiel wanted to laugh in her face. How could she be naive enough to think her words had any effect on him? So what if she was his superior now? She had been well beneath him in the ranks at one point before he had been forcibly removed from the Garrison he’d led.
Just because he didn’t lead an army anymore did not mean he had lost his power and strength. Naomi was not more powerful than him and she never would be.
It was a surprise that Castiel hadn’t been stripped of his grace and banished to Earth by now. After all, he’d had similar conversations with Naomi hundreds of times in the last millenia.
No matter how much he’d ‘stepped out of line,’ Naomi’s superior, Metatron, was never called in. At this point, Castiel almost wanted to see what would happen. It was a game for Castiel. He couldn’t give two shits about the mission of Heaven or whatever bullshit Michael had been preaching for the past few thousand years.
He wouldn’t have given two shits about rescuing that stupid human, Dean Winchester, if it weren’t for the fact that Dean was a challenge. And quite possibly the most alluring human Castiel had ever tried to seduce.
Castiel was millions of years old. He got bored easily. Humans were fun play things. Especially young and cocky humans like Dean. Humans who thought they were tough shit until they came face to face with an all powerful celestial being.
Castiel lived to take humans down a peg. He loved the excitement of completely disrupting the lives of the humans he was after. He’d humbled so many humans and it never got old.
Dean was a particularly tough challenge. Most of the excitement, Castiel supposed, was due to the idea of messing with his brother’s vessel. He hated Michael and wanted to do everything he could to make his life more difficult.
It wasn’t just about that, though. Really, it was all about the kind of person Dean was. Kind on the inside with a rough exterior. He was mouthy and used to getting his way. He wanted everyone to know how tough and manly he was, and did so many things to keep up appearances. Castiel wanted to knock down Dean’s carefully guarded walls. Not because he wanted to be let in, but because he wanted to devastate Dean.
Castiel knew it was messed up, but he really didn’t care. He wanted to ruin people’s lives when he inevitably left them for someone new and more exciting.
But this current play thing…Castiel wanted to keep him for a while. And he wanted to take his time taking Dean apart. A specimen as gorgeous as Dean needed to be studied carefully.
“Well that just makes it all the more exciting, doesn’t it? Forbidden isn’t in my vocabulary,” Castiel quipped.
“Castiel, this is no joking matter! The fate of Heaven and Earth relies on Dean accepting to be Michael’s vessel. You will not mess this up!” Naomi yelled and walked around her desk. She squared her shoulders and fixed Castiel with a deadly look.
Castiel laughed at her. “Oh Naomi, you’re such a bore. Maybe you should fly down to Earth every once in a while. Maybe if you got fucked really good, you’d loosen up,” Castiel smiled to himself. He knew how to rile Naomi up. He loved seeing her mad. But not for the same reasons he loved riling Dean up, of course.
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that again. You are such an abomination! Such a disappointment to Heaven and to God. I’m embarrassed to even call you my brother.” Naomi’s face was red, she was seething. Cas wasn’t going to back down. She still didn’t scare him.
“On second thought, maybe you’re too far gone to loosen up. It’s a shame, really. You don’t know what you're missing.”
“If you speak to Dean Winchester again, I will have no choice but to bring this to Metatron.” Naomi started pacing around her office. Her heels clacked loudly on the cold, stark-white tiles.
“Is that so?” Castiel walked around the back of Naomi’s desk and plopped into her chair. He spun around once and then rested his feet on top of the desk. Naomi turned and glared a hole through him. “And what happens if I fuck him?”
“Is this funny to you? The future of Heaven and Earth is at stake and you’re too worried about fornicating with humans. ” Naomi spit out the words fornicating and human as if those were the most vile, despicable words. “Do you not care about our mission?”
“How dense are you? I have never once cared about any of your fucking missions! How are you still surprised?”
“You act so cocky, like you think I won’t do anything about it! But I’m done, Castiel” Naomi snapped her fingers and suddenly Castiel was in one of Heaven’s solitary confinement cells.