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Beware The Molting Season!

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“Where’s Cas, d’ya think?” The Host Club were all sitting together, having gotten there before opening and noticed the angel-faux-human hadn’t arrived.

“Maybe he’s still washing his clothes and waiting for them to be done,” Lucifer and Michael offered. They reached for one of the many lollipops sitting in a bowl on the table, Gabriel nearly hissing before snatching the bowl away. The pair crossed their arms and rolled their eyes. “What do you think he’s doing, Gabe ?”

“I don’t know,” Gabriel said through a mouthful of a kitkat, “maybe lost his contacts?” He shrugged and stretched his legs until his feet were on the table. Sam, who was next to him, pulled his feet off. “Hey!”

“It’s gotta look good for the guests.” Sam sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. “But remember, Cas doesn’t really need those contacts. He just liked using glasses. I guess he was insecure about his eye color.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Dean responded. “I mean, those damn eyes, like a friggin’ galaxy anyone would love to get lost in…” He began to slip into a daydream when Kevin snapped his fingers in front of his face. Dean shook his head quickly to rid himself of it. He chuckled nervously. “Sorry.” The rest of the club began to snicker. “Hey, guys, c’mon! I didn’t mean it like that!” When it seemed as if a fight was going to break out between them, Kevin stood.

“Hey, Cas.” They all turned to see the angel walking in slowly, gently closing the door. He coughed lightly into his fist.

“I’m sorry for being late, I had something to do.” He gave them all a weak smile. “Angel things.” They exchanged glances and nodded. “How much time is there until we open?” Kevin checked his watch.

“A few minutes.” Cas nodded and went over to the couch, sitting down. He let out a breath, closing his eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I’m just tired, that’s all. I’ll feel better after I have some coffee.” He paused. “I know it may seem odd but some prefer to eat and drink although it isn’t necessary. You’ve all seen that, I’m sure.”

“Yeah.” Dean gave Cas a smile. “Alright, c’mon, let’s get ready. We have cake, right?”

“Went and got my ‘rents to stock up with the stuff,” Gabe said casually. Cas tilted his head to the side before remembering. Ah. These rich people… “And lemme tell you, we saved nearly hundreds of dollars. Who knew commoner stuff would be so good?”

“It’s not common,” Cas said as he went to his table and set up everything. “Angels are paid significantly less than humans when they work because we don’t require so much. So it isn’t exactly ‘commoner’ food, more like what angels can afford if they aren’t rich.” The group gave each other looks of understanding. “Alright, I suppose it’s time we begin.”

“You’re right.” As soon as the doors opened human girls as well as angels flooded in. The room erupted with conversation and laughter. As usual, everyone adopted their assumed roles. Castiel sat near a window with a few girls, making small talk. He coughed again, the girls giving him a concerned glance.

“Are you alright, Castiel?” one asked. Cas nodded.

“Of course. It’s just a coughing fit.” He smiled despite his fatigue. “I wouldn’t dare endanger any of your health with even the smallest of colds.” They all squealed at the kindness. “And please, call me Cas.” They smiled widely. He began to cough again, standing up. “Please excuse me.” He went over to the bathroom, locking the door. Dean watched with a confused stare.

“You think he’s sick?” he whispered to Lucifer, who was only a few seats away. Lucifer only shrugged. Dean supposed it really was a coughing fit and went back to his business, Cas coming out a few minutes later still walking as if something was wrong.