Summary: You’ve been missing a certain angel and are most definitely frustrated and it is starting to show.
Warnings: smut and language!
Word count: 1400+
A/N: First Cas smut, I tried pretty hard on this. Let me know what you guys think!
Bang. Bang. Bang.
With each shot you took at the target, you got father and farther away from your intended goal. Your mind handed been in the right place lately. Dean had already scolded at you for being “off your game.” You had insisted you weren’t, but there was no telling the eldest Winchester otherwise.
After you had finished emptying the clip into the target, none of the shots hitting the grey are you needed it to, you sat the gun done on the counter, huffing out in anger. What the hell was going on? The only thing that was really coming to your mind was that you hadn’t seen that one particular angel in over a week. There was other business that Castiel had been attending to, not giving the two of you a lot of time with one another.
“Dammit!” You shouted, your voice echoing against the walls. You reached down under the counter into the ammo bin, grabbing a fistful of the .9mm bullets. Sliding the clip out of the gun, you began to load the clip back up, thumbing the ammunition into to place. After pushing the clip back into place, you set the gun back on the counter.