Truth be told, Cas had nearly forgotten about that incident. He'd heard Sam's apology that day, seen that the boy had sorted things out with the others and considered the matter closed. And he wasn't so much busy with anything important as just...distracted.
Nevertheless, he took a seat and opened the folder, rapidly skimming through the contents. "It's fine. ...this doesn't look like a standard Hell-issue contract." Not that he was an expert, but he'd seen a few in his time. They usually tended more toward the carven-in-flesh or written-with-blood end of the spectrum than neatly typewritten on standard legal paper.
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Date: 2011-04-23 10:24 pm (UTC)Nevertheless, he took a seat and opened the folder, rapidly skimming through the contents. "It's fine. ...this doesn't look like a standard Hell-issue contract." Not that he was an expert, but he'd seen a few in his time. They usually tended more toward the carven-in-flesh or written-with-blood end of the spectrum than neatly typewritten on standard legal paper.