Deepwood Weald the lonely island

Cas paused to listen as Deirdre began to speak, sensing his sister was trying to make sense of it all. he had to grudgingly agree with her assessment of Constantine. maybe Aria had seen a side of him he hadn't. shit, for all he knew they were screwing each other's brains out, which would bother the hell out of Casmir, had he known her propensity for his male family members.

the idea alone, however, didn't really bother him. let her get pile driven by that dicknuts. he didn't give a single shit. right now, he was focused on Rowan, and also where he was going to sleep for the night. it was too late to go home, since he and Aria had wasted twenty minutes screaming their throats raw at each other.

"yeah. maybe she can. and you're right," he sighed. "she needs you. Donnelaith needs you." he couldn't persuade Dee away from where she clearly belonged. "well, anyway, you're welcome at Silver Creek anytime. especially if that's where Rowan chooses to go. you're the only one, though." he was pretty pissed at Connie and Aria. they were like the Team Rocket of the wilds, always blasting off and doing stupid shit. or so he assumed. he really knew nothing and was just wildly pissed.