“I haven’t showered in four days,” Castiel said and took a sniff that was immediately cut off by his loud and hacking cough.
Alastair just chuckled at this and took another sip from her bottle of Merlot. “I gotta agree with you, though. You’re more zombie than human.”
“Well, I think that’s because this body is quite technically already dead.”
“Then, let’s cheers to that—”
“ALASTAIR!” Nathan’s voice pierced through the pleasant silence that had enveloped the street and a few people, some of them even more drunk than Alastair could ever be, turned to see the source of the commotion. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He came barreling out the glass door of the convenience store like a dump truck on square wheels — totally ungraceful — and slammed a hand on the table in between
