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Cordelia suggested they'd stop somewhere and wait it out, but if they didn't keep moving they'd be sitting ducks. So long as they continued to use the same bullets they'd been using, Castiel's wings could withstand any amount. "We're almost there!" he called out over the noise. He could see his house up ahead. They were right at the door step, so to speak. Eventually they made it. Castiel pushed Cordelia through the gates once the security was down and followed. As he made it through there was a sudden stinging in his right wing. He cried out in pain a little but carried out the rest of his mission and put up all locks and barriers so no bullets could make it through. As soon as he did the gunfire stopped. Cas leaned against the door and let out a breath mixed with a groan. He knew there was something wrong with his wing but he was too tired to look.

Aidan watched as Roman and Leon headed back to their rooms and he was suddenly pulled up off the chair and taken to the living room. Abigail stood I'm front of him and he looked back at her in confusion. "Dance with me please? It will calm my nerves. Nothing complicated I promise." Aidan hesitated but nodded. He'd never been much or a dancer but if this would help calm Abby then he'd make the sacrifice. "Of course just go easy on me" he warned, wondering why she had chosen Elton John out of all the things she could have chosen. She bag to move slowly and he managed to follow.

Leon continued to stare down at the ground with pink cheeks. Now he was worried for two reasons. One was whether Roman was mad and him and the other was the obvious. He hoped Cordelia and Castiel made it back soon or he might go insane. She was already hurting. She was in no condition to go out and fight. They walked into the room, Leon almost running into the wall, and closed the door. The blonde remained silent. He trudged over to the bed and sat down, thinking about too many things at once. What he had done earlier had bothered Roman. He could tell, but he hadn't done it on purpose. It had been more of a reflex. A habit of having to keep up a tough appearance, and he couldn't get Cordelia's thoughts on it because she wasn't even here. The blonde angel let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.