Castiel's and candy's interaction when Castiel found out Deborah was using him? I know ask-Castiel-mcl did something similar to this, but I wanted to see how you'd write it!
((Oh wow…I’m a big fan of ask-castiel-mcl so I hope mine is alright! I decided to make it at the end of the day, hopefully a bit different than other, similar, drabbles))
Castiel swore violently as he tore of his brown jacket and threw it in the corner of his room. “That bitch!” He yelled, kicking the foot of his bed before slumping down onto the mattress. The events of the last few days played like a movie reel as he lay there staring at the ceiling.
He couldn’t believe how wrong he had been, not only about Deborah and Nathaniel, but especially about Candy. If he let himself admit it, she was the first girl who had cared for since Deborah and he had treated her terribly. “I should’ve known she was just looking out for me,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair roughly.
Just then his phone rang. With a groan Castiel pulled it out of his pocket and put it to his ear. “Yea, what?” He said gruffly.
“Cas?” A soft voice said from the other end.
In a split second he was sitting upright, his eyes wide. “Candy? Hi, sorry, I didn’t look at the caller ID.”
“That’s alright,” she said, although he still felt like a dickhead for snapping, “I just wanted to check how you were?”
Castiel smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. Even after all he’d put her through, everything he’d said, she was still looking out for him. “I’m okay, Little Girl,” he murmured.
The line was silent for a few seconds and he wondered if he was supposed to say something else. He had never had a problem with what to say to Candy before, but now he wasn’t sure. Although her calling made him less scared that she hated him.
“That’s good, well I should probably let you go,” she whispered finally.
Castiel could’ve sworn there was still pain in his voice and it made him panic. “Wait!” He said desperately, shooting off his bed and earning himself a look of confusion from Demon, “I’m really sorry, okay? Are we, you know, gonna be alright?”
“Of course, Cas, we’ve always been alright.”