"Come on, Rem, I haven't seen you in weeks!" Cas calls. "Spend time with your brother!"

"Make me!"

"Game on," Cas opens the door, climbs over the copious amounts of clothes on the floor, and throws Remy over his shoulder.

She squeals, "Hey, let me go!"

"No, you're going with us to the library." With Remington thrown over his shoulder fireman style, he grabs his sister's phone and wallet from her nightstand and takes her back into the living room.

"I said to ask her, not kidnap her," Ara says when Cas sets her down by the door.

"She made me!" was Cas' defense.

"Lies!" Remy snarled, glaring at Cas. Her curly brown hair that was once in a suitable bun is now in disarray, frizzy and wild. Strands of it have fallen out of the hair binder and frame her face while others stick every which way. "I didn't make you do anything!"

"Does it matter? Now let's head to the library," Cas slings a jacket over his shoulder along with a beanie that was hanging on a clothes rack. "Does everyone have on a coat?"

"I do!" Topher exclaims, showing off the lovely brown jacket he pulls out of his backpack.

"Why didn't you have that on the way here?" Salem asks, shaking on a black coat. His earbuds are in his ears, though there's no way to tell that the music is playing. His sunglasses are still on, and Cas wonders how much he can see with those on in the dim lighting of the house.

"I don't know," Topher says. "I didn't think I was cold on the way here."

Salem rolls his eyes, "Let's go before we get sidetracked again."

And out they go, on an adventure to the library.

Fourteen

"Why do you need to go to the library, anyway?" Remy asks as they all walk down the street.

Remy and Cas, used to the bustling that comes with city life, walks ahead of everyone, moving efficiently as they move to not hit other pedestrians. Salem and Ash are quick behind, but they don't move as fluidly. It might be because they're so used to people spreading out for them, one out of fear, and one out of respect and admiration. Lastly, Ara and Topher are behind, Topher taking pictures of everything, spinning around with a smile on his face. If it weren't for Ara tugging him forward every once in a while, they might've lost him in the crowd.

"Can't I just go and..." he searches for a choice of words, "Broaden my knowledge?"

"Of course, you can. I encourage you to, but I know you, and I know you couldn't care less about 'broadening your knowledge.' So, please, indulge me with the truth, dear ol' brother." Remy has her arms crossed and a suspicious look on her face.

Cas rolls his eyes, "Must you continuously be so dramatic?"

"Ha! That's rich," Remy snorts. "Remind me who cried when Mom and Dad canceled our trip to Hawaii two years ago."

"We were planning that trip for months!" Cas snaps. "I had the right to be emotional."

"Emotional, yes. Sobbing in your room for two hours while slowly unpacking your suitcase, not so much."

"Please, like you weren't moping around the house for a week afterward," Cas comments.

"That had nothing to do with the trip!" Remy growls, her face turning red. She mutters, "I was looking forward to seeing the turtles."

Cas laughs in triumph, "I knew it!"

"Shut it, and don't think I didn't catch on to that conversation change, Mister."

Salem cuts in from behind, "We want to save the world, but we don't know how to. We're hoping they have a beginner's guide to being heroes: for dummies."

"Way to make us sound incompetent," Ash mutters.

"We are," Salem says, realistically. "No need to sugarcoat it."

"How exactly do teenagers save the world?" Remy asks.

"They don't," Sebastian responds.

"They do," Cas says, giving Ash a sharp glare, "And they do it with style."

"Ah, yes," Remy says as if everything they've said hasn't been contradicting at all. "Style. That's what's most important here. Thanks for reminding us, Cassie."

Ash snorts, "'Cassie.'"

Cas glares again, "I will hit you."

Sebastian feigns innocence, "Me, what on earth for?"

"You know what for."

Ash smirks, "Try me."

Cas turns around, pulling back a punch, ready to strike, but Salem grabs his wrist before it makes contact. Salem stares at Cas, lowering his face so Cas can see the slits in his eyes behind the glasses.

"Not in public, you idiot."

Cas feels like he was scolded like a puppy that just peed on the brand new carpet. He retracts his hand, his pale skin turning a shade of pink.

"Now apologize."

Ash smirks while Cas looks at Say, gaping.

"I'm waiting," Ash says, smugly.

"Both of you," Salem adds. "Apologize for being impulsive idiots."

Ash looks at Salem like he just stabbed Ash, "I am not an impulsive idiot."

Now it's Cas' turn to smirk.

"No," Salem agrees. "You're right, my bad. You're an annoying imbecile. Now, say you're sorry."

"You say it!" Ash says. "You're the one insulting people!"

Salem sighs exaggeratedly, "Fine. I'm sorry. Your turn."

Even a toddler can sense how fake that apology was, but no one mentions it because even a toddler can tell that it's the best they're going to get from him

"I'm sorry," Cas says at the same time Ash says, "I apologize."

"Good."

Yes, good. They went through an entire argument, and Ara didn't murder them. Good, very good.

Wait, where is Ara?

Topher has gotten her into the spirit of sightseeing and the two of them are about a block behind, taking a selfie in front of a small bakery.

Ash sighs, "We're never actually going to get anything done if we keep goofing off."

Remy nudges him with her elbow, "Maybe, but you might have some fun."