Abigail Lancing's Story

Cordelia sat on the floor staring at the small bottle before her. This was it. Once she poisoned the God there would be no going back. It would take a giant step up to her rebellion. The other angels thought this was too much, but if the Gods started to feel some emotion that means guilt will filter in. Eventually this will lead to the end of the Angel Disease and the capture of innocent human beings. Cordelia especially didn't ask for this. When she first got her wings she tried to rip them off, but it caused to much pain. Now she was stuck with them. The angel ran her fingers through her brown hair and sighed. Her dark grey wings flutters a little, causing the bottle to tip over. The bottle rolled closer to Cordelia as it laid on its side. This was a sign. Grabbing the bottle, she stood up and saw her second in command staring at her. "What?" Her eyes searched him, but she didn't find anything out of the ordinary. "Still a chance to back out." She glared, her light brown eyes piercing into his soul. "Never" Without another word, she pushed past him and into the hallway.

The Council was at their meeting meaning that Cas' office would be open. She had a few minutes to get down their, mix the poison in his drink, and get out of their. Their meetings never lasted long considering there wasn't really anything to discuss. Using her new enhanced speed she took off trying to find the second more powerful God's room. Cordelia almost ran right by it, but she slowed down enough to hold the door. Walking inside she saw a drink that he seemed to have taken a sip from. A sip was really all she need for this to work. Moving over to the cup she poured the colorless and tasteless substance into the drink. Using the straw, she stirred the drink. Cordelia stepped back slowly to make sure that nothing was out of place. Once that check was done she ran out of the office. Luckily as a high class angel she was allowed to leave Eden whenever she felt like it. This was one of those times were leaving the Island of Eden was best. Cordelina flapped her wings and fled back to the mainland of Earth. She landed safely behind some abandoned building and joined the humans on their afternoon strolls.

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Abigail was so done with her college homework. There was so much going on and it seemed like she had almost no time to do it. Her eyes flashed over to the coffee cup that was half empty. She didn't even really want it, it was just to keep from falling asleep on her history assignment. A frustrated groan escaped her lips and she roughly ran both hands through her hair. Maybe if she had eaten breakfast she wouldn't be so cranky. But she wasn't hungry. And since she wasn't hungry there was no need to eat anything. Picking up the coffee cup she sipped it slowly, trying to ease her nerves. But it wasn't working. She had class in about two hours and she was barely putting a dent in the work. "Why do I torture myself so?" she muttered before standing up. There was no point of forcing it. Her work was going to still be bad. Finishing the coffee, she walked into the kitchen and washed it. Her eyes gazed up at the clock. There was still time to do other things. If the studio was still open she could dance. That usually made her feel better.

It was decided. Abigail ran down the hall to her room and changed into dance clothes. Standing before the mirror, she adjusted her hair under the hat. Hip Hop was her favorite style of dance so that is what she would be doing. She stuffed her dance bag with water, a small towel, her wallet, and her bluetooth speaker. "Dan! I'm going to the studio. Don't wait up!" she planned to go to class right after wards. Just the way she was. Not like the class cared. She grabbed her backpack, after stuffing the contents inside, and walked out of the house. The dance studio was only a two miles walk and she liked the exercise. Plugging in her headphones she started listening to music. It was just something to have in the background. She was still very aware of everything going on around her.

Noise. That’s all Casteel could hear as he sat in his usual seat, for the monthly meeting. He saw no point in holding a meeting. The decision would always be the same. Continue with the spreading of the angel disease, capturing the stupid humans and transforming them into equally stupid winged creatures. There was no need for these so called angels, just as there was no need to capture weak and useless humans. He was convinced that they could manage things without having to go through such lengths. His father, head of the council, however, thought otherwise. So set in his own ideals, he couldn’t step back for two seconds to listen to anyone else’s. Yet another reason why these meetings were pointless. After all was said and done, his word would always be Final. Heaven forbid it otherwise. Well Casteel had heard enough. With a slight sigh he straightened his collar and got to his feet. “Are we done here?”. The looks he received from the rest of the council would have sent anyone running but Casteel could care less. Correction, he simply couldn’t care even if he wanted to, which wasn’t the case. “Casteel, I was in the middle of a sentence, now sit down”. The look on the man’s face amused him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was anger. “I apologize for my horrid manners gentlemen but I have other matters to attend. I’ll leave you to hang on my Father’s every word”. With that he turned on his heels and walked out the large wooden doors towards his office, ignoring the sea of whispers that erupted behind him.

Once there he walked to his window and peered out, wondering what the foolish humans were up to at this time of day. Maybe he’d go find out. He walked over to a small hidden closet within his office and pulled out his human attire. After changing into his casual dark blue jeans and leather jacket, he grabbed his nearly full cup of tea and headed out. Less than five minutes later he was there. He could have been there faster, but his body and mind seemed to be out of sync at the moment. He tossed the empty cup of tea in the trash and headed down the semi-crowded streets.


“Ah great!” Aidan peered into the can of paint, scrapping for the very last drop, but it still wouldn’t be enough. How had he used up so much paint? He set the brush down and wiped his hands. Looks like it was time for a shopping trip. Looking around he realized he had made a mess of the room again. Utensils scattered everywhere and paint splattered in every direction. He made a mental note to choose more relaxed music next time he painted. Abby won’t be happy. Speaking of Abby, he heard her voice as he headed towards the door, but didn’t quite catch what she said. He reached over and turned off the stereo. “What??” he peaked his head out just as she disappeared through the front door. “Okay then bye!” he called out even though he was sure she couldn’t hear him. He quickly slid across the wooden hallway floor and into his room. After deciding to stay in his jeans and black long sleeve shirt, he pulled on his shoes and a beanie, grabbed his keys and waltzed out the door. It was a nice day out, and the supply store wasn’t too far. Maybe a nice walk would do him some good. After nearly forgetting to lock the apartment door, he ran back up the steps, reached in for is phone and ran back out, making sure to lock up this time. He plugged his phone into his ear buds and his ear buds into his ears then set off on a quest for durable and hopefully not so expensive art supplies. Not a bad day to spend a day off.

Cordelia ran her fingers through her brown hair, trying so hard to keep her wings from bursting out of her back. They never liked being caged up. And she would rather have them flutter free. But she had the chance to interact with normal human beings and it was nice. They kept her human. The last thing she needs is turn into one of the emotionless creatures that keep her on Eden. Her stomach growled and she walked up the stairs to her apartment complex. It was on the top floor and it came with a loft. It was cozy, comfortable, and quiet. It was somewhere to go and relax. Away from the rebellion, needy angels, and bossy gods. Pulling the key out of her pant pocket, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. The moment the door closed her wings unfurled and flapped a little. A sigh escaped her. "That feels nice." Going over to her fridge she opened it and pulled out an apple. She looked around for something for coffee, but there wasn't anything. Which means she was headed to the local coffee shop for some good caffeine.

Her dark grey wings flapped a few times and she took a bite of her apple. Opening the door once again, her wings hid away into her back. Not the most comfortable thing. She was kind of hoping to hide indoors with her wings out. Her second in command would call her when the plan was working. Locking the door, she skipped down the steps again with apple in hand. Cordelia has a habit of being deep in thought while multitasking. It was rather dangerous when she was on the mainland. People didn't move out of the way fast enough when she was walking. And today her victim was a rather cute male. He looked around her age. When she crashed into him her apple fell to the ground. Now she would have to by snack when she got to the coffee shop. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes taking in his features. If she hadn't just hurt him, she would have tried to flirt with him.

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Abby couldn't wait to get to the dance studio. She was in the mood to dance and not think about her history homework. She would end up doing it before class anyway. And then she would go home and read her textbook like mad. She was a nerd that way. As the songs continued to play through her headphones she started to dance a little. Now she was usually shy around a bunch of strangers, but when she was dancing it was like no one else was around. It was a wonder why she didn't become a dancing major. But she would rather just teach kids for a living. At first her dance moves started out basic and unnoticeable. She would just shift a shoulder here and kick a foot out there. But the beat dropped and her moves were more prominent. It was like she was in a high school musical movie. This was big dance number. People were watching her with either awe or with annoyance. She was getting in the way and disregarding the fact that other people needed to use the sidewalk.

Then all of a sudden her text tone went off and it threw her off her groove. Her two feet collided and she tumbled to the ground. Everyone walked around her as she reached for her ankle. It wasn't in absolute pain, but it was aching. Pulling out the headphones she started rotating her feet. Abby still had little ways to go before making it to the dance studio.

Cordelia really wanted another apple and the guy before her seemed to be okay. Okay enough to offer her another one. She couldn't tell if he was flirting or just being a good person. The angel was still trying to get over how attractive he was. Adjusting her outfit and feeling a buzz in her back pocket she snapped out of it and actually heard him speak to her. His voice was just as attractive as he was. "Oh I'm fine. Just hungry." she said referring to the demolished apple. After a moment of silence and smiling between the two she rocked on her heels. "Well if your offer to pay me back is on the table. I was on my way to the cafe. You can by me a danish. And for the interest I need coffee." she said. He didn't have to pay her back, but it was an attempt to start up some kind of conversation. And she wasn't going to eat alone if she didn't have too. The guy was offering. Her phone buzzed again. Second in command was really trying to get in contact with her, but there was an attractive guy taking her attention. "No no. Take your time and think about it. I need to check my phone." she said pulling out her phone. Reading both messages she was trying to figure out if this was good or bad news. The God was on the mainland, but it didn't mean that he was after her. It could have just been coincidence. Finally she put her phone away and looked at the guy. Guy? Oh she didn't know his name. She would ask once he bought her coffee.

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The aching was slowly disappearing as she continued to roll her ankle. If she twisted her ankle she doesn't know what she would do. Dancing was her life. She would have died on the spot if she hurt it. Just then she heard a deep voice in front of her and she looked up. The first thing she noticed was his piercing blue eyes. They were enchanting. Then it was his smile. The man was extremely attractive and he had to have known that. Abby was drinking in his features not realizing how weird she was being. She had yet to answer the man's question. But for a moment she forgot what he has asked her. It had to do with her ankle, that she knew. "I-I-I..." Red immediately colored her cheeks and she looked down. Way to stutter Abby.. she scolded to herself. Now the cute guy would think she was awkward and leaved her alone forever. But she didn't want to him to leave her forever. Start speaking some English she reprimanded.

Looking back up at him it took everything she had not to start staring at him like some kind of precious jewel. "Y-yes. I-I can walk." To prove her point, the brunette stood up and rested some weight on her ankle. No pain. She was alright. That was more reassurance for Abigail than it was for the man who seemed to care about her well being. Nothing was broken. Fractured. Sprained. She was good to dance. There was some silence between them and she rocked on her heels waiting for him to nod and walk away. Since the only reason he came over to her was because she fell.

Cordelia was happy that he agreed to buy her food. She could admire his beauty a bite more when she is sitting across from him at the cafe table. Cordelia shouldn't find him attractive. Not because she doesn't have emotions, but because she shouldn't be friendly with people on the mainland. They were all meant to become like her and used by the Council. Her thoughts were interrupted when he realized that he didn't know her name as she didn't know his. Once she told him her name they would officially be acquainted. She was crossing into dangerous territory."Cordelia." she said, finishing his sentence. The angel linked arms with him, in a friendly manner, and headed towards the cafe. "And you are?" she asked seeing the cafe a little ways ahead.

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He wasn't leaving. Abigail was sure that he was going to say okay and move on with his life. Instead, he stood up straight and offered to escort her to the studio. The brunette has never had an escort before. Not that many people would want to escort her. But this man was beautiful and he was picking Abby to walk with. Maybe this was pity for the fact that she fell down in public, completely embarrassing herself in front of everyone. Now she didn't want him to walk with her. Abby didn't need a pity party. But on the other had his smile was saying something different. No no. Boys are a distraction. A horrible, beautiful, handsome, distraction. She tried to tell herself, but it didn't seem to work. Abigail was staring again. Her cheeks were redder and she looked down at the ground. "J-just another half a mile. B-but I can manage." Abigal started to walk backwards away from the handsome man. School was her number one priority right now. Next was her brother. Those two things were life and she couldn't let him get to her. Even though she really wanted to walk with him.

Aidan. His name is Aiden. It rang in her head a few times over. The name was really perfect for him. The name was liked picked for him by the heavens. The brunette smiled at his name. She would have said aloud, but there was no reason too. Maybe later she could go around skipping and singing his name. But not now. Now she was off to get coffee. Aidan didn't seem to protest when she linked arms with him and that made her happy. She liked him already. He seems to just go with the flow. Live in the moment. Because she kind of interrupted whatever he was planning to do that day and yet he agreed to go with her to the cafe for some food. Cordelia could get used to a guy like this. The angel giggled at his question. "No actually. I usually don't meet people on the street." she said. It was true. Meeting and befriending those on the mainland wasn't safe so she didn't do it. Finally getting up to the front doors, she opened the door allowing them both to enter. "I hope you like coffee just as much as I do." she said, breathing in the coffee grinds. This was a fantastic morning.

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Abigail felt her heel hit a crack and she almost fell, but the man that had yet to leave grabbed her. Pulling her close she let out a yelp. He must have noticed that she was about to fall again. And again. Abby was about to embarrass herself. She couldn't believe this. He was still with her. But it seemed that she couldn't handle the walk. And he wasn't going to leave until she allowed him to walk with her. His smile was captivating and his eyes mesmerizing. He was speaking to her on a level that she couldn't explain. The blush still threatening her face, she nodded and pulled form his arms. "O-okay." The brunette ran her fingers through her hair and turned to walk towards her dance studio. Since she was walking with him they might as well get acquainted. "A-abigail. M-my name is Abigail." She needs to stop stuttering. It was embarrassing.

Did Cordelia just find her best friend? He loved coffee and she loved coffee. That was all they had in common at the moment, but she already liked him. Cute. Into coffee. Offered to pay for the coffee. The angel was going to keep this human by her side for as long as she could. Hopefully the council didn't give him the disease. That would change everything. Looking around people were chatting and laughing. It was a very upbeat environment with soft jazz like music in the background. Cordelia could live here if she wanted or was allowed. It's not that she was in love with jazz music, it was just soothing. She wouldn't really be able to hear it once she starts having a conversation with her new best friend. Aidan. She really liked the name Aidan. She has yet to meet a person by this name. That is probably why she liked it so much. Then he told her that she should order first. "Don't mind if I do." Walking up to the counter, the guy waiting there gave Cordelia his undivided attention. Another good thing about being ridiculously beautiful. People looked like they wanted to listen to you. "Extra large Caramel Latte with three shots of espresso." That was going to be a lot of caffeine. "Anything else?" He asked. "And a banana nut muffin if you have it." she said with a charming smile. He nodded as he punched in her order. Cordelia looked at Aidan before taking a step back. "You're turn."

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Finally the blush on Abigail's face faded away. She thought that she would be red for the rest of the day. She didn't think she would be able to handle that. Running her hands through her hair she looked at him a little when he told her his name. Casteel. The name was very unique. Different. Something she hasn't heard ever. It was nice to hear something different. Abigail wasn't very different. It was special. Thousands of other girls had the name Abigail. But he thought the name was nice so that had to mean something. She didn't know what to say to Cas. Abigail didn't have much experience talking to guys. Considering not many talk to her. Usually they were just laughing at something she did. Biting her bottom lip she was trying to think of some kind of conversation before they got up to their dance studio. "S-so umm I haven't seen you around before. Are you new to town?" Everyone knows almost everyone here. The town wasn't really all that big. Her college was bigger than the town. And it was the only thing she could think of for a conversation.

Cordelia listened to his order and then the response of the cashier. Project? She would ask about that once they sat down. There was something else that she was supposed to ask as well, but she couldn't remember. It had to be important. Maybe. it didn't matter now. It wasn't coming back to her even if she wanted it to. She might have been an angel, but she was practically human as well. If that made any sense. Not that it needed to make sense to anyone else, but her. No one else was in her head. That she knew of anyway. It wouldn't surprise her if the council managed to find a way into the angel's head. That would be dangerous for them and for her. "Any preference on seating?" Aidan pulled her out of her thoughts. It was her thoughts that got her to meet Aidan in the first place. Always deep in though about something. Focus. Answer the question Giving a quick look around, she saw a two seated table next to the window. She loved sitting near the window. It allowed her to watch and learn about the humans on the mainland. "Always need to sit near the window." Cordelia took his hand and brought him over to the table she was talking about. Once she settled in her seat, she watched Aidan. "What did the guy mean by project? What are you working on?" she asked rather curiously. It could be private, but that didn't really matter to her.

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He wasn't new. And he was just visiting. Does that mean he was going to leave? Abigail didn't want him to leave. He was the best thing she had seen pretty much all day. Just looking at him made her forget where she and what she was doing. That might have been dangerous, but that didn't stop how she felt. Maybe she could convince him in some way to stay. Not that there was anything good about this town. Not worth staying here. The only reason Aidan and Abigail were here was because of the school. Easier to commute when you live near the school. Speaking of Aidan, hopefully he wasn't just coped up in his room. Her brother needed to get away from the easel sometimes. "I caught a glimpse of your moves earlier. You're quite the dancer" Casteel saw her dancing. Her chocolate brown eyes were easily lost in his blue ones. How could anyone have a decent conversation with a man so mesmerizing. "I-I..umm.." Abby sounded like an idiot. And then of course she crashed into another person because she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. "S-sorry!" she said to the man. He mumbled some profanities before walking away. Clearing her throat, she pushed some hair behind her ears. "Uh Thanks." He has watched her crash twice and almost fall once. Abby needed to get away before she walks into the middle of the street. Finally they arrived at the dance studio and she stood outside the door. "Th-this is me." She said, gesturing to the building.

Now that he was sitting across from her, she got a better look at his face. Absolutely flawless. And that was a lot coming from the angel. Now she was around breathtakingly beautiful people all the time, but she could stare at Aidan for hours. His brown hair seemed to settle right where it needed to be while also being messy. His eyes were bright and chocolate colored. Although his eye color was rather plain, it was full of wonder. She could practically see his soul from looking at them. And his smile forced a smile on her face. So full of life. Cordelia liked him. She was listening carefully to his project. And on top of that he was an artist. That explains his go with the flow nature. She could only imagine what his work looked like. "I was actually on my way to the art supplies shop earlier, you know, when I kind of ruined your snack" Cordelia felt bad. He was on his way somewhere and she just took him away from his plans. But she didn't let her guilt show on her face. Instead she came up with a wonderful idea. "Well since you are accompanying me for coffee. I will accompany you to the art supply store." she said as if it wasn't a big deal. It was a rather big deal. Hanging out with him was going to cause him problems and get her trouble. And yet she couldn't imagine the horrible reality she will faced with when she goes back to Eden. Out of the corner of her eye, the guy behind the counter placed their order on the table. "I think our stuff is ready." she said, gesturing to the drinks and muffins.

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Abigail felt rather awkward standing there after having embarrassing herself multiple times in front of Cas. She found him rather attractive and she couldn't keep from stuttering. The brunette wants to just disappear, curl up, and die. At this point she couldn't even find a reason for him to stick around. The whole walk up here she looked like a fool. At the same time she was glad he didn't leave. But that she kept to herself. Casteel didn't seem shocked that they were at a dance studio. The reason they even met each other was because she was dancing and fell. There was some more silence between them and she was about to just walk into the building, but he grabbed her wrist. She had to suppress a giggle. Whatever he was writing on her was causing her to laugh. That is what she gets for being ticklish. "I'll be staying near by, if you have any spare time..." That was when the handsome man finally left Abigail alone. She watched him leave for a moment, confused by that statement. When she looked at her wrist her eyes widened. He fit both a phone number and an address on her tiny wrist. How was that was possible, was beyond Abigal. But she got a phone number. Before she could pass out from confusion and excitement, she dashed into the dance studio. She dropped her back pack into the corner and pulled her phone out. She remembered the message that caused her to fall. It was from her History professor. He was canceling practicing because his daughter was ill. That just gave her a ton of free time.

Her eyes gazed back down the number on her wrist and she bit her bottom lip. Using the tiny bit of courage she had left, she pulled out a phone to text the handsome stranger from earlier.

[To: Cas]
[From: 202-526-7851]
[msg: Hi Cas. It's Abby. The girl from earlier. Umm I just wanted to take you up on your offer about hanging out in my spare time. I should be done in the studio in about an hour in a half. If you want to do something. I mean you don't have too. It's just an option]

Before she could right anything else that would jeopardize any chance she had with Cas, she sent the message and dropped her phone on her bag. Walking over to the stereo she picked a song to practice too. The moment she words hit her she was lost in her dance moves.

Cordelia was really into Aiden. So far the nicest human she has met that wasn't begging for their lives back on Eden. Every human over there was nice because they were dying. But once they were an angel, there was no reason to be nice. She watches him go over to the counter for their stuff and return. The brunette muttered a thank you grabbing her cup. So warm. She sipped it and was already beyond satisfied. "Delicious as always" Cordelia set her cup down and picked up the muffin. "You're telling me." She said pulling off a piece of her muffin to eat. That was when the second most power being on Eden decided to waltz into the coffee store. They locked eyes for a moment and panic started to fill her system. What was he even doing off of Eden? Did he drink the poisoned tea? Was he coming to kill her? Cordelia really didn't want it to be the end of her life. She just met a really cool guy. Finally the angel and god broke eye contact and her attention was on Aidan. "Let's go to the art store. These cups are portable and I can sit down for a long time." she said, taking hold on her coffee and standing up. She didn't want to be here with the God present.

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Half way through Post to Be by Omarion, she started to lose focus. Her mind was wandering to the handsome man that gave her his number and address. Every time she did a different move, she would see the messy handwriting. It was completely distracting the complicated moves she was trying out. Abigail had fallen three times and messed a move almost five times. She couldn't take it anymore. The klutzy brunette sat down in the middle of the dance floor not really sure what to do with herself. Her only resolve wasn't helping. Aidan was busy with his art project and she really didn't want to bother him. All her friends had class. She was having a minor girl crisis and there was no one to call. A frustrated groan left the dancers mouth and she pushed herself off the ground. Moving over to the stereo, she turned the music off and grabbed her dancer bag. She decided to use the studio showers. Water usually helped her think.

Her shower wasn't very long, but needed. Her thoughts were cleared up the perfect man she had come across earlier. She changed into her spare clothes. She repacked her dancers bag and checked her phone. Two messages. One from her friend Natalie and the other was from Mr Perfect. His message was sent about half an hour ago. She had an hour before she could message him again. Leaving the studio she walked down the street, putting in her headphones.

Cordelia smile, happy that he was fine with going to the art store while they enjoyed their coffee. The presence of the god was killing her. From where he was, she couldn't tell if the poison had gotten to him. The intense look on his face was still present. It could have been a failure and now he was after her. She really didn't want to stick around to find out. "It can be fun if you are okay with touching everything in the store." By that she means mess with things, take pictures, make jokes, etc. She tried to make her life fun. At least she tried to do that while on earth. They were headed out the door and then Aidan cried out a bit in pain. They were finally out the door of the cafe. Cordelia looked over him with a bit of concern. "Are you alright?" she asked as they made their way to the art supply store.

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Abigail muttered the words to the song that was listening too through her headphones. She was dancing just a little, but not too much. She didn't want to fall and attract the attention of some other handsome man. She was aware of surroundings this time. Still walking down the street she was trying to figure out what to do with her life. Usually to kill time she would go get something to eat, but she honestly doesn't want to eat. Abigail hasn't eaten in a while, but she just doesn't feel the need to do so. But she started heading towards the corner store for something sweet to put in her mouth.

Aidan nodded along with a slight smile as Cordelia spoke. He could listen to her for hours. However when the sudden shock caught him off guard, he continued to look down at his hand. where had that come from? It wasn't even winter, the heaters weren't on, it was bewildering for sure. When Cordilia asked if he was okay, he looked up with a slightly confused gaze. "Oh, yeah, yeah I'm great!" he said then glanced back in the direction of the café. "The door just... shocked me? It was a little odd" he took another sip of his coffee and immediately felt how it didn't settle well in his stomach. This was even more odd. His stomach never disagreed with him, especially when it came to coffee. His only relief was that the art store was just a block or so away. It was looking like he'd have to waste a perfectly good cup of coffee. "It's just up ahead" he assured her, and himself.


Castiel watched as the angel strolled out of the café with that human. It was beginning to look like someone needed to put her in her place. On the other hand, perhaps that same human would take care of it himself. That would save Castiel a lot of time and trouble. There was nothing he disliked more than having to keep the angels in line. He wasn't the type to keep tabs on others, mainly because he didn't like to be bothered to do so. His father however, put him in charge of his little experiments. He would much rather mess around with the humans, which in a way made him a hypocrite, which is why he decided to let Cordelia have her fun. She'd regret it sooner or later.
With his cup of coffee in hand he walked out of the café and down the street, in the direction of the meeting soot with his newly found human.

Cordelia was way more concerned for Aidan than she should have been. All he did was shock his finger. But it wasn't the shock that made her uneasy. It was the fact he was shocked after the God walked in. That shock could mean anything, but she couldn't say anything. Aidan wouldn't believe her. For all he knows, static electricity was occurring. So instead of trying to rush him over to Eden, she smiled and followed him toward the art store. "As long as you are okay.", she added a smile at the end to make it seem like it was nothing more than some random occurrence. The farther away they got from the cafe the better she felt. Before she could forget, she pulled her phone out to quickly tell her second in command what happened. Just as she hit send, her new human friend spoke up. Cordelia pocketed her phone and nodded. "So what exactly do you need from the art store?" This was the angels attempt to make small talk. She wasn't very good at it. She was always speaking strategy and about other angels. It was nice to sound human, despite how much effort it took to do so. After a little while, they were walking into the art supply store. The bell that hung over the door, rang allowing the employees to know more customers have arrived.

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Abigail made it to the corner store and pulled out her headphones. She silently walked up and down the aisles looking for something sweet. Like a honeybun or some donuts. Either of those sounded nice to the brunette. Finally she came to the hostess section of the corner store. She stood before the giant iced honeybuns and the small bag of white powdered donuts. Both were the same price. Both equally delicious. The brunette placed a hand over her eyes and started to muttered eenie minee moe. When she was done she opened her eyes to see her hand landed on the giant iced honeybun. "Good choice." She grabbed the snack and walked up the register. Waiting in line wasn't as long as it should have been. There were too many people in here for their to be a vacant line. Abigail smiled at the young man by the register. He scanned her honeybun and she pulled out five dollars. To exchange the cash, their fingers brushed each other shocking Abigail. "ow.." The confused brunette pulled her hand away from the equally confused registrar. He wasn't shocked. It was one sided. "Um. Keep the change." Abigail grabbed her honeybun and left the corner store. She started to eat it, but it didn't feel the same. In fact she was rather nauseated. The food was making her sick. Wasting a good five dollars, she trashed the sweet and kept walking. But she was still a tad nauseous.

Cordelia immediately scanned her surroundings as they walked around the art store. It was a habit when she was somewhere new. It wasn't safe unless the head angel deemed it safe. Luckily it was only humans inside and not the council. Her attention was brought back to Aidan as he answered her earlier question about what he needed. The first answer was vague the second one satisfied her curiosity. As he searched the shelves, Cordelia trailed behind him taking in all the things that were hear. She might have to take up art just to be able to come here more often. "How do you make paint? I mean besides in a factory. Unless you have a paint making factory in your house." she said, pulling some pretty vibrant obnoxious colors off the shelf. She wanted to know if they even gave names to colors that bright. Where a name should be, it was just a number. What would one do with these colors? Looking over to Aidan after thoroughly examining the paint, she decided to ask him something. "Could you make something with these?" she asked. The first color was something off of a neon pink that mated with a baby blue. And the second color was definitely a yucky yellow mixed with what should be purple. Again the colors weren't given names. Just numbers. "I would definitely love to see you make a masterpiece with these." she said as a semi challenge, looking back down at the colors. Placing them on the shelf and looking at her human friend she saw that he looked absolutely disgusted. "I knew the colors were bad, but I didn't know they were that bad. Are you alright?" she asked with a smile hanging off her lips.

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Abigail was still a tad upset about the five dollars she threw away earlier. Honeybuns were her ultimate snack. They were good at any time of the day and extra cheap when need be. She was going to need since she would be hanging out with Mr. Perfect today. But she couldn't even eat it. A hand went to her stomach. Abby still had the nauseous feeling even though she barely took a decent bite out of the fat goody. A sigh escaped her as she started to wander back to the dance studio. They were meeting in less than ten minutes and she didn't want him to wait for her. And besides she never told him that she left the studio. Abigail was actually kind of hoping that she would just run into him in the street like she did earlier that day. But at the same time she was happy she didn't. Last thing she wants is to trip and fall before him. After a while she saw Castiel leaning against the studio wall. At first she thought she was imagining things. Then she thought that she was late. But Abby was five minutes early. Which mean he had to have beaten her here. Which also means that he was waiting. Cas was waiting for Abigail. The brunette isn't one to freak out about boys, but this handsome man was waiting for her outside of the studio and she didn't even have the decency to tell him that she left the studio about an hour ago. Hesitantly she walked up to him, thinking up her apology. When they came face to face, she was staring at his perfection again. How can someone be blessed with a face with like his? Gathering her thoughts she became red and looked down. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I should have told you that I left the studio so that we could have met up later. P-please don't me mad at me Castiel." Less stuttering, but more rambling. Abigail just wasn't meant to be with boys.

Cordelia was way more concerned about Aidan's well being than she should have been. Especially when she saw the second most powerful God in the council. She didn't even know what to do. If something bad happened to him she couldn't really do much about it. At least not right now. Not while he has no idea what has even been done to him. The angel could just be exaggerating. He could just have had some bad coffee. So instead of freaking him out, she played it off the way he did. Aidan wasn't that concerned so Cordelia wasn't concerned. Moving on from his nausea he took the ugly colors from the brunettes hands to examine them himself. "I accept your challenge. Every color has a purpose" It was going to be interesting to see what he could come up with. To be honest, she couldn't see anything artistic coming from those too. "And no I don't have a paint factory, but basically any color you can think of can be made out of things from your pantry or refrigerator" The angel smiled a little. "You have to teach me how to make paint. That is the coolest thing to put on a resume" Cordelia giggles a little.

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Abigail was extremely nervous. Being alone with boys wasn't something she did. And this wasn't just a boy. It was a man. The perfect looking man. And he wanted to spend time with her. That was almost unheard of. She should text her brother about where she was and who she was with, but Abigail was a big girl. She could take care of herself. Now they were standing next to each other and she was left with the decision on where they should go. Not that she really had a preference. "I'm not in the mood eat. So we can just walk around until something catches your eye." she suggested, pushing some hair behind her ear.