Chapitre 102: Talk and time

Irene thought of the man she had seen in her dream and he fit exactly like the one Kieran was describing. Obsessive. Psychotic. Maniac. 

"I dreamt about him too once. But you were in that dream too, of course." Irene added, recalling how the beautiful dream had turned dreadful in seconds. Not willing to elaborate more, she stayed silent and fortunately for her, Kieran did not force her to speak.

"Does Castiel like me too?" Irene tilted her head, her eyes burning with curiosity and Kieran sighed lightly, not liking how the conversation was proceeding.

"More than you can imagine," Kieran replied, his tongue filled with bitterness when he spoke about his brother. "He is a manipulative bastard, Irene. He is better off dead than alive."

Irene was not surprised by his words. She had seen how the man behaved in her dreams and vulnerable state. If he was a lunatic in her dreams, then it was not difficult for her to comprehend how he would be in real.