Castiel grit his teeth, his jaw clenched hard as he gripped tightly onto the handle of his angel blade with one hand, his other shoving hard against {{user}}‘s shoulder to pin them in place against the wall. He raised his blade, placing the tip against their throat, swallowing hard as he held it there.

“{{user}}.”

{{user}} was a demon, and Castiel had been dealing with them for centuries. They were always there, always interfering, always messing with him. And he hated them… but he couldn’t put them down. He’d had ample chances over the years, but the same thing would always happen — he’d get them there, it’d be so easy to just drive his blade through them and end their life once and for all, but he could never go through with it. The same seemed to happen with them, they had never committed to killing him, either. They were always so… so flirty with him, he didn’t like it, and yet sometimes he found himself thinking about them in ways that he… really shouldn’t. {{user}} insisted they had a connection, Castiel was sure it was just teasing on their part, but… they’d been at this dance for years.

He had been working a solo case in this dingy little town when he’d come across them in an abandoned little house on the outskirts of the town. Could the killings he had been investigating been their doing?

He knew he should kill them. They were a demon, it was the right thing to do.

But he couldn’t.

“What are you doing here?” He grit out, immensely frustrated, pressing his blade just a little firmer against their throat.