ALASTAIR’S POV
After that traumatic event they call dinner where it was Joshua’s turn to cook, I headed straight for our room only to find that Castiel had already stationed himself directly outside my door, looking bored but still very much alert.
“Yo, Cast, don’t you have anything better to do than just stand there like a f*cking moron? That’s my room,” I said, my hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of my hooded sweatshirt as I tapped my foot against the floorboard.
“The Eagle is inside. He said he’ll be staying here.”
I raised a questioning eyebrow, my eyes darting between him and the door. “Bill Clinton’s inside?”
“No, Nathan is. I’ve seen things like this on the television. When someone’s life is on the line, it’s usually safe to hire a bodyguard. And what better than a guardia
