The Sentinels Hahahahaha come on now guys lets be civil

the fight had died out of him, like a climax (not that he knew what that was. nope he'd totally blown his chance and would be a virgin forever and die surrounded by pet rocks). but instead of the bright and soft afterglow, Cas merely felt sick, drained, and guilty. "your father," she snapped -- my father, his mind retorted in an immature and Malfoyish way, mocking her even though he didn't want to -- and he listened, in time for his rage to turn to horror. if she was telling the truth -- and he didn't trust her -- then his dad was a shitbag. a prancing, merry shitbag.

but Cas wasn't ready to accept that, or any other reality where Aria wasn't literally dipped in crimson and stamped with an 'A.' she said it happened before. she said she liked him. Cas scoffed, but he wanted so badly to believe her -- again. he glared down at her as she snarled her final words and then backed away.

eyes of gold met her own ice-gaze -- they were at a standoff here. but Cas' pride wasn't about to let her have the final word, and nor was he done railing. he'd been wronged -- the fact that he'd wronged Behati went selfishly unaddressed. "you know Behati hates me now, right?" he muttered in a cold tone. "how long before us did this happen? we almost ... you know, did it," he growled, ironically unable to describe what they had done while accusing her of being Donnelaith's WonderStrumpet five seconds earlier.