Aruraliel (blackeyedangel) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-02-21 21:00:00 |
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Rory had picked up a lot of things from Sam Winchester in his time growing up. He'd learned the art of question avoidance, which Dean had discovered recently. He was a bit of a nerd, but he tried to hide it well. He had spent most of his time with Dean and considered him Dad more than Sam, but he couldn't help but pick up traits from both of them. One of the things he'd picked up during his time with the Winchesters, though, was cleaning. Dean was actually pretty much a neat freak when it came right down to it and Rory had picked up on that early on. The thing about Rory, though, was he only really cleaned when he was upset. He'd take his anger and frustration out on the dirt. He'd hide his emotions, lock them away and just clean until he didn't feel like crying anymore. Wherever they stayed had usually been pretty spotless when he was a teenager. Especially during the time that he was home schooled. This morning was one of those mornings. Yes, Dean had invited him into his home, but it wasn't the same. This Dean wasn't really his Dad. Wasn't the man that raised him. He had the whole Dad vibe going on, though, and it was nice, but it wasn't quite the same. And then there was the fact that both his mother and father had been here on the island when he arrived. He actually enjoyed meeting his mom. She was pretty cool, even if he wasn't as laid back as he could have been. He did get very defensive when it came to his family. But he had enjoyed spending time with her. The problem was that she was gone. Just vanished into thin air. That had hurt more than he thought it would. And then there was the fact that Castiel wasn't actually Castiel. Not in his mind. Yes, it was just a vessel and the angel inside was still Cas, but this wasn't his father. Not that he had any warm fuzzies about his father, but he had gotten to know the man a little bit before popping in to this place. And now this Castiel was completely ignoring him. Never bothered to respond to the text he'd sent. He cursed himself for even thinking that would have been a good idea. The Castiel that was his father hadn't wanted him, why would one that wasn't his father want anything to do with him? The anger that was starting to build up caused him to scrub the dishes he was working on a little harder than he should have and the plate in his hand broke. "Son of a bitch!" It was an automatic reaction. He sighed and got the towel, wrapping it around his hand. He had to at least keep from getting blood everywhere until the cut healed. He knew that wouldn't take very long, maybe an hour at the most, but a lot of blood could be lost in that time. |