Silver Creek Brother In Arms

Cas grinned. Heston was a hoot. "four hundred and twenty five," he quipped. "i look pretty great, eh. i bet you're younger than i am. stop lyin'," he chortled. despite the cavalier way their convo was going, the boy didn't miss the way his companion's features shifted, nor the ire that crept into his tone. "got it, dude," he murmured with a smile, leaving well enough alone.

"y'know what else i am, besides someone's lunch? my dad and little sisters practice magick up near the sea. well, not my dad. not now. but my sisters do. i never bought into it, yanno? but it really suits them. my sis born with my bro and i doesn't, but she's a healer. we're pretty eccentric i guess."