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Castiel is not a junkie, of course he's not. But he likes - according to Lysander's words - "to broaden his perception" with mix of alcohol and some funny pills. He likes sound of the colors, light smelling like a beach sand, and air tasting like a cigarette, at last if they sell cigarettes filled with gummy bears. Coming home in the rain sounds so amusing. Castiel spent some nice moments, splashing puddles with his boots, and wondering - if every drop is a little world, have they windbreaks there?
Meeting Kentin at dark street didn't surprised him at all. Well, yeah, dude is dead for weeks now. So what? It's not a reason to forbid someone walking down the city. Castiel observes with amusement how ex-four-eyes comes closer, his green glace stuck on Castiel's eyes - no, Kentin is a green glance himself - damn, so hard to think about anything but that greeness. Rebel giggles, lets his ex-classmate push him on the wall.
Kentin, inches away, is pale like a decent corpse should be.
"If you want some blood, sure, be my guest" offers Castiel.
"You're not scared at all, are you?"
Kentin's voice was green. Not like his eyes. Like a sky after sunset.
Because that's when he jumped of the roof, right? At evening. And Castiel gave him the key, in exchange for pack of ciggies.
"Nah, man. I've had worse trips."
"Trips?"
"You're not real. None of this is. Sorry, I had to tell you."
Kentin shruggs.
"For me it's real enough".
Castiel already had some pretty realistic trips. Touch of the cold hand on his chest, then at his neck, doesn't scare him at all. Sting? For a second something flickers in his mind, maybe some lost soberity's remains, but hell with that, he knows that it's not really happening. No sting nor coldness spilling down the neck, right to chest. Rain. Black shadows sounds like teared strings.
Kentin backs off so rapidly that rebel woobles a little.
"Thanks."
"No problem" Castiel murmurs. "I owed you something, right? I killed you, after all. Not that I was willing to."
He feels a warm dribble on his neck, touches, in the dim light redness sings like a breaking glass. Kentin dissapeared in darkness. Castiel wonders what will happen with blood.
Then he walks away, a bit unsteadily. Shit, his head is fucking spinning.