Caastiel finished up the dishes, even dried them and out them back where they belonged, as Abigail gathered her things. He was ready, keys in hand, by the rime she walked back out. He was startled slightly when she sneezed and something told him to be worried, but he brushed it off. Humans got sick with colds all the time, and then there were these things called allergies. There was no reason to believe that one random sneeze was a bad sign. "Bless you" he said quietly as they headed out the door. "take good care of yourself" he added as he walked down the steps and unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for her. "I don't want hour brother thinking I let you get sick" he almost chuckled.



Aidan had thrown up with absolutely no warning, just like the previous times. He saton the edge of the tub just as Cordelia car,e rushing in, asking if she could help. He shook his head, staying near the toilet just in case his stomach decided to protest again. "This has happened before" he said with a slight cough. "It goes away pretty quickly". He sat still, staring at the floor. If this met happening he'd have to go to the doctor. "Probably just a flu" he assured her, brushing it off, even though it was clear to him now that it wasn't just a simple stomach flu. After making sure it wouldn't happen again, he got to his feet and walked to the sink to rinse out his mouth. Such delicious food wasted.



Leon didn't dare to look up and see Roman's confident smile, but he didn't have to. Before he knew it, he was being kissed again. He should have known it was coming, but t still made his stomach jump. After what seemed like an eternity, which in reality wss only a few seconds, Leon's hands slowly wandered up the man's chest and around his neck. He was already in too deep, he might s well enjoy this before it all came crumbling down. With very little hesitation, Leon slowly started responding to the kiss, knowing that roman would never let him live this down. His could no longer tell if his heart had stopped or if it was simply beating too fast for him to tell. His body seemed to be moving before his mind could catch up and before he knew it, his body was pressed against Roman's as if he were the only thing keeping Leon together.

Casteel drove as slowly as legally possible, this way his time with Abigail would last a little linger. Eventually though, they made it to her neighborhood and then her house. He faked his car a few feet away from the front of the house and oaused, frowning slightly when Abigail sneezed for the second time. "We can see each other again...on one condition." he said as he unbuckled his sets belt. "You need to take care of that oncoming cold" he said with a slight smile and he handed her a tissue from the glove compartment. He then quickly stepped out and walked over to her side, open the door and closing it once she got out. "This is as far as I go" he said, knowing that he should be going back to Eden. "I will see you soon miss Abigail" he said as he slowly leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her lips, lingering for only a few seconds. He then quickly slipped back into his car and drove off.



Aidan finished rinsing his mouth and nodded to Cordelia's suggestion. "Good idea" he said before she left to change. As she was changing he walked back into the kitchen and took both their plates, putting the untouched crape back with the other two left and slipped them into the oven. Abigail lived anything sweet, so perhaps she would want some when she got home. Who knows when that would be though. She had said "soon" but that could mean anything from 10 minutes to a couple of hours. He sighed, hoping everything was alright, and began washing the dishes. Finishing just as Cordelia walked back out in her dress and heels from the night before. He dried his hands send turned to her. "Is there any chance of this repeating in the near future...without me puking my guts out in front of you" he said, a little embarrassed by the even.



Leon was completely list in the heat of the moment. He fly Roman's arms pick him up and he didn't even attempt to protest this time. He almost immediately wrapped his legs around him and was quickly carried to the bed. His excuse of not being able to protests because his mouth was busy was skin shattered when Roman's lips trailed off from his own and wandered elsewhere. He let out a small sigh, his cheeks burning slightly from embarrassment. He had to say something, anything before his mind and his body became too involved. "I h-have to go-" he finally protested halfheartedly, silently cursing himself for stuttering. He was losing his focus completely, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. Even though he had the feeling he had already lost a long time ago.

After leaving Abigail Castiel seemed to default to his usual self. He drove back to "his pla" and parked the car, putting the keys inside the house then walked out. Within a few minutes he was already back on eden. He walked up to the front doors of the council's main room and took a deep breathe. Behind those doors could be hell and Castiel wasn't in the mood to deal with it. After a few more seconds, he pushed open the doors, revealing the main hall to be empty. He looked around for any sign of life, but no one seemed to be there, not even his loving father. He slipped his hands in his pant pockets and began walking towards his office. Unfortunately he didn't make it very far before he heard a familiar voice come from behind him. "look who decided to grace us with his presence". With a slight roll of his eyes, Cas turned around to face his father.



Aidan happily took the angel's number and smiled softly when he was given a kiss. He watched as she left and stared at the sink for a while. After making sure everything was put up, he dried his hands and headed over to Abigail ' s room. He knocked quietly a few times before peaking his head it. "Hey…" he leaned against the door frame, not planning on staying for very long. He didn't want to bother her and at first glance she seemed to be okay, no broken bones, no red marks anywhere on her body. He hoped his assumption about who she stayed with the night before was wrong as well. "Are you okay? You hardly said anything when you walked in" he pointed out.



Leon had attempted to protest, but it seemed that even Roman could tell he wasn't serious. In reality he wasn't lying. He really did need to go and soon, but he didn't want to go now. He didn't want to go ever. Roman took off his shirt and Leon was quite literally breathless. He didn't have much time to dwell on it before Roman continued what he had started before. This time Leon couldn't control his mouth, nor his body. He somewhat willingly let the quiet noises escape him, ignoring how embarrassed he felt, and gave into Roman's touch completely. It was now decided that he would no longer protest. He tilted his head back, feeling Roman's hand hover over the buttons on his dress shirt, and closed his eyes, letting Roman do as he pleased.

Aidan watched his sister as she apologized for staying out the night before and his expression softened. He knew she wasn't the irresponsible type, and it didn't seem like anything had happened. "It's okay, I was just worried" he said, adding a soft smile to assure her he wasn't mad. He jumped slightly when she sneezed and lifted an eyebrow. "Are you getting sick? You better take something for that soon" he said, remembering what happened last time she was sick. She had to miss school and the fact that she couldn't dance killed her inside. Of course the cold passed by quickly, but a few days without being able to dance for Abby was like an eternity. "I'll go find you something" he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm glad you're okay" he turned and headed out of the room to find her some medicine, still feeling like he could throw up at any moment.



Castiel was not in the mood for anything his father had to say at the moment,but it didn't look like she had a choice. "I've given you everything, have I not?" his father began, and Castiel already knew where this was headed. More insults thrown at him by his dear ol' dad. Not that it mattered, he'd just brush it off like usual. "And you go and do things behind my back". Castiel sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Since when do you care what I do?". His father seemed so calm, and it frustrated him beyond belief. "Since you've become such a dissapointment" the man spar, and Cas could have sworn he felt a sting. "Everyone said having you as second in command was a bad idea, but I didn't listen to them. I said 'no, he's just like his father, you'll see', well congratulations Catiep, you've proven them right". As the man spoke, Cas felt like he was going to be sick. He wasn't angry this time, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't brush the insults away like usual. "I didn't realize I had become so useless" he muttered, expecting his father to disagree. "Well you have". The older god turned on his heels and left Castiel standing in the middle of the hallway, more confused than he had ever been in his immortal life. He let out a small, unamused chuckle and turned to continue on his way to his office, his steps much slower than before and a huge unfamiliar lump in his throat.



Leon layed beside Roman, his head resting on his chest and his eyes glued to the wall. How did feel? How was he supposed to answer that? Guilty. Weak. Amazing. There were too many different answers he could have given but he settled for his usual one. "Fine". He knew Roman now had a glimpse of how he actually felt about him, so what was he supposed to deal with that? He hadn't felt that good in…ever, but he couldn't just say that out loud even if he wanted to. He knew it was about time for him to go back to Eden, but he didn't want to. He never did truly want to go back there but today the feeling was stronger than ever. There was one thing that weighed on Leon's mind and if he didn't ask, it would torment him for who knows how long. He took in a quick breath and pushed himself up into a sitting position, the sheets bare covering his bottom half and his back turned to Roman. "Why…do you even like me?". He'd been wondering since they met again at the banquet. Despite Leon's cold attitude towards him, Roman still seemed to want to be around him. And he couldn't think of a single reason why. He sat in silence, expecting Roman to say something that would crush him and give him a reason to leave and never come back.

Aidan made it to the medicine cabinet and began looking through all they things. Luckily they had some cold medicine he could give Abigail, but no stomach flu or nausea medicine for him. He'd just have to endure it. He pulled out the bottle and sat it on the counter as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. His stomach still felt like it was doing flips, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't think Abigail knew either. Perhaps Cordelia would know. She was in the medical field after all. He had meant to ask her before but everything went by so quickly after he puked his guts out that he didn't get the chance to. he pulled his phone out and stared at he new contact for much linger than necessary before deciding not to text. She had just barely left and he was already thinking of texting her, it was too soon. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away. With a sigh he grabbed the bottle of water and the medicine and headed back to Abigail's room.



Casteel eventually made it back to his office, pulling off his tie and suit jacket he still had on from the night before and sat in his chair. the seconds crawled by as he stared at his desk, when there was a sudden knock at his door. He looked up and was immediately confused by who had caused it. Why was Cordelia there? And why did she have o pick now out of all times? She invited herself in and took a seat, an unusual devious smirk on her face. She was up to something, and for the first time since Cas could remember, he didn't care. She made a comment about his father which dug deeper than he would have thought possible, but he blew it off with a lift of his eyebrow. "So now you're eavesdropping" he said as more of a statement than a question. He leaned forward in his chair, his eye piercing deep into hers. Normally, he would have warn a cold glare that would have been enough to send anyone running in fear. He had personally given Cordelia that same look once or twice. This time, however, there was nothing but confusion and though it was unknown to Casteel, a little bit of pain in his stare. "What do you want this time?" he said, his tone dry and tired.



Leon stared at the wall waiting for a cold and direct answer. To be honest, he did expect him to say something about his looks and whatever other shallow thing he could think of, but Roman's answer caught him completely off guard. So he know what he was thinking after all. Leon's hands gripped the sheets as a wave of emotions nearly knocked him over. He was so happy it terrified him. He was horrified of embracing the good feelings, of embracing Roman and everything he had to give, only to lose him right after. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't. Even if Roman's intentions were pure, even if the man really did keep his promise about never hurting him, even if Roman truly liked him foe more than looks... they couldn't hide from the council forever. Sooner or later they would find out, and when they did there wasn't going to be a happy ending for anyone. What made things worse is, he couldn't tell Roman any of this. What Leon did and was about to do probably seemed awful from Roman's point of view. He keg reminding himself he didn't have a choice. "I can't do this" he muttered, almost too quiet to understand, his voice fading a bit in some places. He was seconds away from breaking down in tears. Before Roman had the chance to say anything, Leon quickly got to his feet and began getting dressed.

Aidan gave his sister the medicine she needed, noticing that not only was she sneezing now but she was coughing as well. This was one fast growing cold. He sighed at her request and took off his shoes. "You better hope I don't get sick too" he warned, but crawled under the blankets with her regardless. He placed a hand to her forehead and frowned the slightest bit when she felt it a bit warm. "If you don't get better soon, I'm taking you to the doctor this time" he warned, fully expecting some kind of protest from his sister. Neither of them liked going to hospitals, but because of that, Abigail's cold lasted longer than it should have the last time she got sick. Aidan was determined to take her this time if needed.



Casteel watched in silence as Cordelia spoke. She stated there was something she wanted and Casteel almost laughed. Who was she to demand something from the second most powerful god in the council. Could it be that she knew something was wrong with him? No, she had caused it. It was mere than clear to Cassie that she was behind the confusion and chaos going on in his mind, as well as the pain. Casteel's fist pounded on the desk as he got to his feet and leaned forward, somewhat towering over her. "What the hell did you do to me?" he hissed, demanding an explanation that was long overdue. His eyes blazed as he glared back at her, his usual stare much more frightening than it had ever been before. Of course it was to be expected now that it was accompanied by actual rage. "I should have known you were behind this. You've always had me at the top of your hate list" his rage turned into anger mixed with pain. He honestly couldn't care less what Cordelia thought about him, but the thought of being disliked so much not only by her but by his father as well almost hurt. "Out of all the assholes and hypocrites on that stupid council you could have chosen for your little experiment and you pick me?". He walked around the desk and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet, but quickly letting go. He had always been against violence, even now that his blood was coursing with anger. "I didn't do this to you. I've never wanted anything to so with any of this so I suggest you back off".



Leon continued to dress himself in silence, maintaining a straight face, that is until Roman spoke. He a paused momentarily, swallowing the lump in his throat. "You didn't understand" he muttered, loud enough for Roman to hear. He finished putting on his shies and walked closer to the bed. His hands slowly balled into fists as he looked down at Roman's perfect face. He looked so hurt, so distraught, Leon couldn't hold it in despite his efforts. He leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of Roman's shoulders as tears began to accumulate around his eyes. "I can't... I can't do this" he repeated, looking him in the eyes, his voice shaky and almost weak. He thought for a second of a better way to say what he was thinking, and there was only one way. "No matter how much I want to... I can't.". The angel would have said something like 'I'm not allowed' but that would have raised many questions. Questions that Leon couldn't answer. He felt the tears behind his eyes screaming to get out and he knew there was only one thing left to do. Without another word, and before Roman had the chance to ask anything, Leon closed the gap between them and kisses the man like he would never get the chance to do so again, which could very well be the case. He reluctantly pulled away and straightened himself up as he whipped the small tears away, then turned and all but ran out the door before he even had a small chance of changing his mind. He was out of Roman's house and on his way to Eden within minutes, it wasn't until he reached that island that he realized he had left his cellphone on Roman's bedside table.

Aidan knew she'd protest about going to the hospital. He hated them as much as she did, but he wasn't just going to let her be sick. Not to mention that he didn't know anything medicine or colds. Abby mentioned a doctor who would make house calls and Aidan immediately had a feeling he knew who she was talking about. He wanted to ask, and hoped that his sister would at least be honest. "You really like that doctor guy, don't you?" he asked calmly, getting the feeling that his little sister had grown up into a responsible young woman without his knowledge. he didn't particularly dislike Castiel, he didn't even know the man, which was exactly what worried him. He knew nothing about this doctor and he didn't think Abigail did either. Perhaps she's known hin longer than he thought and she just e never mentioned anything, which could be the case, but Abigail wasn't the type to hide things from him. Aidan was overprotective, yes, but he was reasonable. "How long have you known him?"



Castiel watched, partly furious and partly amused as the angel closed and locked the door. A locked door was far from enough to keep Castiel trapped, and the angel knew that, but if it made her feel safer to do so it didn't bother him in the least. He listened, or at least tried to, as she explained her plan. She wanted him to feel bad? What kind of tactic was that. "I could care less what my father does or doesn't do. It's his mess, not mine". That's how Castiel originally felt, and still did more or less, but if he had to be honest, he almost did feel bad for the humans that were being tampered with. The god took in a deep breath and leaned against his desk, his anger beginning to simmer down into just a simple annoyance. "If you wanted to put an end to this then you should have gone to the root of the problem" he said matter-of-factly. Of course if getting someone to feel remorse for what was being done to the humans was her plan then she wouldn't have gotten very far had she chose her father. "According to my dear ol dad, I'm useless, so I suggest you find someone else.". He got to his feet and walked to the door, slowly towering over her. "And tell your friend to be more careful if he's going to go around kissing human men." Castiel only knew about that because someone else had spotted Leon and had come to him first, and despite his apathy towards them, he took it upon himself to erase that angel's memory. Still, he'd never admit it to Cordelia.



Leon had landed on eden and fought as hard as he could to keep in the tears. It didn't help much, in fact not at all. He made it to his room in tears. He reached his room and say of the bed, his eyes burning from the drying tears. After managing to calm down the slightest bit he began searching for his phone. Panic quickly overtook him when he remembered what the last place he had seen it was. And if he remembered correctly, the phone had no kind of lock. He found himself hoping and praying that Roman wouldn't find it, or at the very least that he would refrain from looking through it. In that phone were private conversations between Leon and Cordelia was Castiel, about their plan, about the council and more recently about Roman. Now Leon was at a stand still. He didn't know where Cordelia was and had no way of finding her, and he couldn't just return to the mainland to pick up his phone after leaving Roman the way that he did. His only hope was that Cordelia was back on the island and that if he continued walking around for long enough he'd find her. After forcing himself to his feet he quickly changed out of the suit from the night before and into another more casual one. He combed his hair back, grabbed a pair of sunglasses and headed out in search of his best friend. Maybe she'd know what to do about rhe phone situation.

Aidan could tell Abigail wasn't getting any better, in fact she was getting very sick very quickly. He had never seen any cod quite like this. Less than thirty minutes ago all she had was a light sneeze, and now she was sneezing, coughing, her voice was beginning to fade and Aidan was almost certain that she had a high fever. Abby suggested that he call that man she seemed to like so much and though he wasn't thrilled about the idea, Abigail refused to go to a hospital and he wasn't going to force her. "Okay" he said simply and grabbed her phone. He searched for Castile's name, which he still very much remembered, and pressed the call button. After several rings the answering machine picked up. Aidan sighed. Of course he didn't answer. He had one other option. He could only hope that Cordelia had her phone on her. Had grabbed his own cell and typed out a brief yet alarming message.
[To Cordelia]
[From Aidan]
[Abby showed up with a light sneeze about 30 minutes ago, now she's coughing too and has a bad fever. What do I do?]
He hoped she'd at least know of a medicine he could get for her.



Casteel was done playing nice. The angel insisted on talking, but he refused to listen. She mentioned Abigail and he felt something in his stomach turn. With a glare, his hand flew up and grabbed onto the angel's jaw, forcing her to look at him as he spoke. "I don't like your tone" he almost hissed. He was still her boss after all. Where did she get off talking to him like that? "I don't remember you introducing us, so unless you have any more pathetic and useless reasons as to why I should help you, I suggest you get the he'll out of my sight". His eyes were as striking and cold as ever as he let her jaw go, lightly shoving her against the door. Emotions or no emotions, Casteel could care less about the angels, the council or the humans for that matter. Another ridiculous excuse from her and he wouldn't hesitate to kill her. That much hadn't changed.



Leon roamed the streets of Eden island for what seemed like an eternity. He should have been focused on finding Cordelia, but his thoughts were still back on the main land, with his cell phone... and Roman. Maybe if he just... no, he couldn't. He couldn't go back under any circumstances. If he went back there, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't spill his guts out. He could put himself and Roman in danger. Not to mention Roman probably wanted nothing to do with him right now. His best choice was to stay there on the island, or so he told himself. 15 minutes later, however, he was on the mainland yet again and heading towards Roman's house. Why? Why was he so weak. He kept telling himself to go back, but his feet wouldn't listen and took him right to Roman's porch. After knocking several times he guessed he either wasn't home, or he saw it was Leon and didn't want to open. Maybe it was sign that this was a bad idea after all. He leaned against the door and stared at the sky as a few minutes flew by, then pushed himself upright and began to walk down the steps.

As if Aidan wasn't worried enough as it was, Abigail seemed to be getting worse by the second. Aidan had no idea what to do. Casteel wasn't answering his phone and Cordelia had yet to reply. Something told him this wasn't just a normal cold. He decided to risk it and looked up the symptoms. Every result he got in return was the same and it terrified him beyond belief. This couldn't be true, not Abby. He hadn't heard much about the Angel Disease but he had heard that it was fatal, and that was more than enough for Aidan to begin freaking out. He couldn't tell Abigail though, the last thing she needed was stress or worry. Finally his phone buzzed and it was Cordelia. He sighed in relief and read the message. It was definitely worse than he thought and it appeared that Cordelia already knew that as well.
[To Cordelia]
[Okay... please hurry. The door's open]
He felt bad for asking her for help already, but he was at a loss for what to do. She said to keep Abigail conscious and that's what he'd do until she arrived. "Abby...Cordelia is on her way. I called Casteel too and sent him a message, he should be coming soon". That wasn't entirely true, but maybe it would give her the energy necessary to stay awake. He only hoped that the mysterious doctor would eventually respond.



Casteel was fed up with Cordelia, but she seemed to have given up and was ready to walk out the door. Something stopped her though. A message? Casteel read over it carefully as the phone was being held up to him and something inside him snapped. Why Abigail? She was so innocent, she wouldn't hurt a fly. She didn't deserve this. They had gone too far. The rage bubbled up inside him twice as string as before. Not even when he was fighting with his father did he have such a need to rip someone's head off. He grabbed his cell phone and jetted out of his office, kicking the wall on the way out for good measure. Within a minute or so he had caught up to Cordelia and even passed her a few seconds after. One thing led to another and eventually they were both walking through the front door of the Lancing's small house. "Abby??" not a second after Cas called out for her there was a cough that came from one of the rooms, followed by Aidan's voice telling them where they were. Casteel followed the sounds and rushed through the bedroom door.



Leon was almost home free, but on his way out Roman arrived and suddenly, he forgot why he was even there in the first place. They stopped in front of one another and Leon could swear his heart would rip out of his chest. The look on Roman's face..it hurt him more than anything. Mostly because he knew it was his fault. Roman asked why he had come back and Leon didn't have an answer. Not an honest one anyway. "I left my phone" he muttered, not even trying to make it seem genuine. There was a lingering moment of silence and then Leon suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore. Small tears rolled down his cheeks and he stared at the ground in silence. He couldn't just leave again. Roman deserved an explanation. At least part of one. He deserved to know how Leon felt about him. Even if they couldn't be together, he needed to hear it from Leon himself. There were so many things Leon wanted to say all at once but his voice didn't seem to want to come out. He opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately overwhelmed by tears. He was a mess. A complete and utter mess who was embarrassing himself in front of the guy he cared so much about and he couldn't even get the words out to explain why. He just stood there, crying silently and staring at the ground. He barely managed to get the words out, only because he was certain that it's how Roman felt at the moment. "You must think I'm so pathetic...".

Casteel felt his heart sink when he saw Abigail. How could they do something so horrible to someone so innocent and kind? Case had trouble controlling his rage, but he had to swallow it for Abby's sake. Once Aidan moved away from her, Casteel took a set beside her. He had a plan. He knew the council wouldn't like it. He knew he was breaking the rules and he knew his father would have a fir but he just didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was Abigail and the fact that she had to get better. He decided to play along with the doctor card and placed a hand on her forehead. She was burning up. He left his hand on there for a few seconds. He slowly let his power surge from his body to hers and course through all her gains. That's all it took to cure it, thankfully, since she still seemed to be in the second stage. Of corset he couldn't just do that and say she's get better. That would be suspicious. He dg into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of purple liquid. "Have her take this again tonight before bed" he explained to Aidan, completely ignoring Cordelia's concerned look. He knew s was aware of what he was doing but he honestly didn't care what she thought ether.

Aidan just nodded to Castile's instructions and watched as Case asked Abigail to open her mouth a but and let a few drops of the liquid fall into her mouth. He had never seen any medicine quite like it, but then again this disease wasn't quite like any other either, and considering Casteel and Cordelia were experts in this department, he had to believe that Case knew what he was doing and would help Abigail somehow. The doctor seemed confident that she would get better, so Aidan put on his best optimistic face and believed it too. "Thank you...for coming". He said both to her and Cordelia. Casteel just nodded in response, his undecided attention still with Abigail.



Leon stood still for several seconds after Roman went inside, and then followed. He didn't even bother to wait for roman to give him the okay. He simply walked into the man's room, picked up hiss phone and walked back out. He noticed the small flashing green light and navigated to his messages. Something told him Cordelia wasn't happy with his absence. He quickly typed a reply before Roman noticed he was back and hit send. Hopefully his friend would understand what he meant.
[To Cordelia]
[From Leon]
[Sorry... stuff that shouldn't have happened, happened and I panicked and left... I need to fix it.]
After putting his phone up be quickly walked to the kitchen door, leaning against it a little. Roman was expecting him to come up with an excuse to leave, but Leon was trying to think of an excuse to stay.

Aidan watched, still filled with worry, and smiled softly when Cordelia pulled him aside and asked if he was alright. He nodded, not entirely sure what she mean by "alright". "My stomach is back to normal now" he assured her, stealing a quick glance at Abigail and Castiel. "I'm worried about her, but your boss seems to know what he's doing and she's happy so..." he trailed off, leaving Cordelia imagine the end of his sentence. "Thank you" thank you"[/color] he said once again.

Casteel could already tell Abigail was getting better, just by the way her skin looked. Still, he hade sure not to make the liquid too strong, to keep from raising suspicions. Cordelia said they had to go and Casteel didn't oppose. He had a new mission to carry out now. Go back to Eden, bust through the council room's doors and bash in every single member's face, making sure to leave enough punches in for his father. Casteel was fed up, and this...this was the last straw. He headed towards the door to leave, but Abigail's plea made him stop. He sighed softly and walked back, once again taking a seat beside her. "I'll be back to cheek on you, I promise". He said in a soft and hushed tone as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Try to get some sleep, alright? Doctor's orders." Once he made sure she had drifted off to sleep and go to his feet, he walked out the door and past Cordelia. "Let's go" he ordered.



Leon watched him silently, still trying to come up with an excuse as to why he should stay, but he could only think of one reason and no matter how much he wanted to, he didn’t know if he was capable of saying it. Then, Roman asked the question Leon was afraid of. He froze and for once, he made eye contact. ”You wouldn’t believe me even if I tell you” he said quietly, fiddling with his thumbs. He knew that wasn’t a good enough explanation, but what else could he say. There was a short pause, and something inside Leon told him to continue so he did. ”There are people… that don’t like this” he tried to explain, gesturing to the two of them. ”To them… people like us are less than scum. They don’t want anything to do with us” Leon spoke, feeling like the words were hitting him for the very first time. He knew they weren’t true, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. He took in a shaky breath and continued to speak, his gaze still focused on the floor. ”I work for those people” he admitted, wondering if he was saying more than what he should. ”they don’t know the truth… if they found out, I’d suffer” he was nearing the end of his explanation and he could feel his hands shaking. In all honestly, he didn’t care of the council took him in as a slave. That possibility never even crossed his mind anymore. There was a new thought now that was much more terrifying. Possibly the only reason Leon ever thought about leaving Roman. ”If they find out about us… about you- you’ll be-“ his voice broke and then he stopped talking completely, his hands and knees shaking the slightest bit. He didn't want to finish that sentence.

Aidan watched as Cordelia gave him a quick goodbye kiss and followed Doctor Casteel out the door. He seemed angry for some reason. Furious even. Had he missed something. Aidan decided not to dwell on it too much right now and walked back into the room. Abigail had fallen asleep and she seemed peaceful. He pressed a hand to her forehead and it felt like the fever was already going down. Whatever that medicine was, it was amazing. He kicked off his shoes and crawled not bed beside her, making sure not to wake her, and made himself comfortable. It wasn't too ling before he fell asleep alongside her.



Castiel's feet pounded against the pavement as he made his way down the street to an abandoned place where he could take off from. It wasn't ling before Cordelia caught up to him. He brushed off her presence and began to walk. "Castiel. You can't kill them." He scoffed as his wings began to appear, seemingly out of thin air. Unlike like the angels, the council could make their own wings appear and reappear as they pleased. "Why not? No council, no disease. Simple as that" he stated firmly. He saw no reason why he couldn't barge in and beat the life out of every single bastard in the council. There was one in particular he had a few things to settle with. "This is your fault" he said turning towards her. "You wanted me to have emotions well congratulations, I'm passed". It was fairly obvious he was fuming. There was no need for him to even say it. He turned back towards the edge of the building and his silky red wings spread out ready to take off.



Leon was shaking from head to toe, but he refused to cry. He had already cried once and Roman just brushed it off. Of course it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. Roman spoke and Leon could hardly register what he was saying. All he understood was that Roman was telling him he could leave. Before he could answer, he was pulled into a tight embrace and the lump in his throat only got bigger. Roman was making sure that Leon knew he understood. "I don't think being with me is worth the hardship. If you want to leave I won't pursue anymore." For some reason, that entire sentence, but mainly the last few words hurt Leon more than he thought possible. He didn't want that. He didn't want that at all. He didn't want to eave, and he didn't want Roman to give up on him. Leon couldn't speak for fear of crying, but he shook his head vigorously. To everything he was saying he shook his head. Roman needed to know how he felt about him, but Leon didn't know how to begin. "I don't care anymore..." he said quietly, muffled by Roman's shoulder. "Screw them... I'm not leaning". Leon was never good at expressing his feelings. He only hoped that Roman understood what he was trying to say. Being with him was certainly worth the hardship. It was worth that and much more.