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[heartless_sob]

Castiel woke up feeling out of sorts. He laid in bed trying to figure out why. The previous day he'd acted...unlike himself. He'd felt things he'd never felt before, and he understood now why Kara had said they weren't real. Because just like that, the feeling was gone. That almost suffocating, knee-deep feeling of love and devotion. Maybe

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[frakkup]

Kara sat outside the Compound, back to the wall and scowling nearly as hard as Castiel. She'd suspected he was under the island's spell yesterday - even an angel couldn't possibly be that earnest - and today's absence of sweeping romantic overtures only confirmed it. Kara pursed her lips, doing her best to pretend that didn't bother her, but of course it did. Kissing him yesterday, even for just a moment, made her both a perverted abuser of newly human servants of god and of a man not in his right mind. And worse than that, the three seconds that Kara'd enjoyed of the whole experience made her truly pathetic.

"Godsdammit," she muttered, swearing again to see him there on the outskirts of the party. She sat up a little straighter, scowl deepening when their eyes met.

[heartless_sob]

Castiel saw Kara and balked at the look she gave him. He turned his head away in shame and did nothing. Spell or not, he was supposed to have taken her out on a date, and he'd forgotten all about it.

Well, he was no coward. He lifted his chin and walked over.

He was a soldier.

"It isn't too late for our date, is it?" he asked, trying a smile.

[frakkup]

For a long moment, Kara could only arch a brow at him, scowl moved not an inch. "You want to pity date me?" she asked, knowing full well that he had no actual desire to without the spell. "No thanks, angel."

[heartless_sob]

"Pity?" Castiel echoed, taken back. He remembered Kara hadn't believed him about being in love, but they were supposed to go on a date. "I'm not sure what you mean. I don't know a lot about dates.