Aidan just nodded and quickly dialed Abby's number. His finger hovered over the call button, but he moved it over and clicked on the small message icon at the last second. Abigail always used her phone for music, and if she was dancing at the moment he didn't want to interrupt her. He opened up their message strand and typed out a quick text.
[From Aidan]
[To Abby]
[Still dancing? I'm not home yet but I should be in a little while. Don't stay out too late]
After hitting send he put his phone away and turned back to Cordelia. She was putting hers away as well. He knew he had to ask. "I'm sorry, am I keeping you from something important?".
Castiel walked over to a small bench as Abigail prepared to dance for him, a small and unnoticed smile on his lips.
"J-just don't say anything." she stuttered and his smile grew. He silently "zipped" his lips with his fingers and sat back to watch as she began to move. She was truly amazing, like a completely different person. He watched in a dazed state, unaware of the fact that the smile had yet to fade. For the duration of the song and dance, it was as if Castiel was a completely different person as well. It was like every other thought disappeared from his mind and the only thing occupying it was this beautiful, enchanting, mysterious human girl. He had no idea what song she was dancing to because he couldn't hear it. It was like a dull noise in the background an the spotlight was solely on her.
Leon waited a few seconds before hearing footsteps approach the door. He glanced down at the paper to double check the name as the door open. Much to his surprise, it wasn't a young woman in her twenties. Quite the opposite.
"Well hello there. How can I help you?" the handsome man said with a smile. Leon stood frozen for a few seconds then blinked a few times in confusion. He looked down at the paper once again then back at the man standing in front of him. "Um- You're...not Martha, I'm assuming" he half asked, half stated. He was sure he had the right address. Perhaps he was a relative, or a boyfriend. The last thought made his stomach turn a little. He glanced around at the other house numbers to confirm. He was definitely at the right address. Perhaps Martha didn't live alone after all.