Catfishing Castiel

7. Shattered Glass & SpongeBob

I arrived to work later that day looking absolutely destroyed. Everybody who cared about me in life which only meant Tori and my mom, insisted I get a day off but I refused.

I needed the money, the distraction, whatever that meant. For some reason I didn't even care about how I looked or cared enough to talk to anyone as I just really wanted to be left alone with my own thoughts. Thoughts about my love for someone and how it was stronger than my love for myself.

This is gonna sound dramatic but when you love someone the thought of their death, let alone the thought of them being in danger can be inescapable dread.

I mean why Rigby? Why the hell aren't cats immortal? Why wasn't Rigby immortal!? Why can't all cats just live forever! I've literally seen him drop down from a four story building so what the hell is old age?

My thoughts and I had a long bus ride all the way to the resort as I tried to regain my composure. I glanced up at the hotel's grand entrance as it felt like the gate's of hell.

My manager Lionel was on the phone as he had to glance up at me twice, throwing me a subtly shocked facial expression. I guess my fake smile failed to cover up how terrible I must've looked.

I waved at him and was ignored. I eventually made my way to the back to change into my uniform. I noticed myself continuously gulp down and sniff as I had been unconsciously stopping myself from breaking apart in tears.

I was lucky enough to have the usually crowded elevator all to myself. I didn't have to deal with some rich snob that thought poorly of me and I had some alone time to mentally prepare myself for the Cazakashi's and whatever else life decides to sadistically throw at me.

The elevator eventually rung and slid open, opening me up to the glass hallway towards the Valiant suite. My light footsteps ended as the heavy doors automatically opened per usual, exposing me to the captivatingly loud sounds of deep grunts mixing in with wood being destroyed.

My eyes widened as the noises and commotion got louder the more I walked further into the suite.

"One more!" An old man exclaims in front of Castiel, raising thick countless wooden boards one after the other, just for them to be smashed apart. Both of them were practicing on a neatly placed mat as I couldn't help but flinch at the sounds being emitted.

The sun rays coming in from the crystallized architecture shone down at Castiel's tall demanding structure. It's obvious he's an athlete; his uniform clinging tightly against his lean muscles and chiseled chest that were glistening with sweat. He was built but not enough to give off the vibe of some stuck-up gym guy.

Gosh, I wonder if he knew how hot he was.

I couldn't help but transfer all of my attention to the intensity being displayed before me. Castiel's hair thrashed and hovered over his unbreakable blue gaze as every punch he launched forward was razor-sharp, leading to inevitable destruction.

Oddly enough, this inevitable destruction was something I couldn't take my eyes off of.

The more he continued through the boards the more his punches grew much stronger and agile. Every defined muscle, joint, and sweat came together in an unstoppable fusion of focus and will. I found myself trailing up from his body to look at his face which was glowing and flushed as he threw his onyx hair back into a shiny gleam.

I tried to cut myself off from staring at Castiel by bringing my attention down to the floor. For a split second I began to question as to why my chest all of a sudden felt shallow but my heart grew heavier, louder.

Lucy eventually exits her room looking absolutely phenomenal. She was dressed in a finely tailored blazer that complimented her shoulders as it was matched well with a skirt. She also had on a sharp brimmed hat that was tilted to the side as well as a pair of tinted shades.