THIRD PERSON’S POV
“Who are you working for?” Alastair swung the bat across her shoulders and leaned closer to the guy, her eyes narrowed to slits in a poor attempt to look menacing.
After they had ditched prom and disappeared back into an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere, Alastair decided to torture the guy with the few things that she learned in Hell growing up. Surprisingly for both her and Nathan, Castiel was actually good with this idea and even offered a few punches and kicks himself.
Now, the factory smelled of dust and chemical — it being a plastic factory in its prime and all. But most importantly, the distinct smell of human sweat, swelling flesh, and the unmistakable odor of a full-grown man who had soaked through his last pair of undies lingered in the air amidst
