"Thanks so much, Steve, you're an angel!" Castiel tried not to cringe at his manager's choice of wording as he watched her go. She threw one last smile over her shoulder and disappeared through the door. The orange flood lights illuminated her figure a while longer, but with his new, significantly weaker eyes, he quickly lost track of her. Castiel, under the alias of Steve, had made it a habit to accept any hours thrown his way: whenever his manager needed him to stay late and close, or cover for another co-worker, he was quick to jump at the chance. Sure, his job as a sales associate - as he preferred to call himself - wasn't as exhilarating as being a hunter or fighting heavenly battles. But he needed money, had little else to do these days, and could keep himself from wallowing in self-pity this way.
Castiel slipped out from behind the counter and made his way over to the Slurpee machine, where a mess from earlier waited to greet hi