Zachariah seems a cross between amused and sickened by the display in front of him. He's butted heads with Castiel over this issue, made it very clear that the pack doesn't condone his marrying so far below their status. The Novaks haven't gained that status, prestige and money only to waste it on something as ordinary as the Winchesters. But the boy had been adamant. No amount of bribing or threatening had swayed him from the decision, no doubt a hormonal whimsy because he went into heat an all but climbed that walking lamp post called Sam Winchester. And there was nothing Zachariah could do about it, except make sure the unsuitable match won't last more than a single year.
The clock's ticking away. Castiel is on borrowed time and he knows it.
The less Zachariah has to see it, the better. He smiles that sickening smile again.
"I have other dinner arrangements, and Castiel will certainly appreciate the opportunity to get settled into this new... level of comfort afforded to him here, before you start breeding him. Do dust the place though, will you, it wouldn't do if you got our pup sick before he can fulfill his duty in your bed."
The discussion is crude, and Castiel feels uncomfortable with it. Yet at the same time, he's used to being talked about as though he's cattle. A breeding bitch.
"Remember to get those papers on my desk. And do make sure to keep us up to date on any offspring progress. After all... we're practically family now."
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Date: 2014-11-18 11:18 am (UTC)The clock's ticking away. Castiel is on borrowed time and he knows it.
The less Zachariah has to see it, the better. He smiles that sickening smile again.
"I have other dinner arrangements, and Castiel will certainly appreciate the opportunity to get settled into this new... level of comfort afforded to him here, before you start breeding him. Do dust the place though, will you, it wouldn't do if you got our pup sick before he can fulfill his duty in your bed."
The discussion is crude, and Castiel feels uncomfortable with it. Yet at the same time, he's used to being talked about as though he's cattle. A breeding bitch.
"Remember to get those papers on my desk. And do make sure to keep us up to date on any offspring progress. After all... we're practically family now."