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ofthursday) wrote2012-01-15 05:16 pm
ofthursday) wrote2012-01-15 05:16 pm
[IC Contact | Asgard]
[IC contact post for Asgard Eventide~]
[Sam looks a little tired and more than a little overwhelmed when he opens the door to his room, but he also looks a lot less stressed.
Also not looking over his shoulder every two seconds because Lucifer is breathing down his neck. Because Lucifer, for the first time in about a week, is not around.
Thank Christ.]
Hey.
Also not looking over his shoulder every two seconds because Lucifer is breathing down his neck. Because Lucifer, for the first time in about a week, is not around.
Thank Christ.]
Hey.
[Castiel is laying on Sam's bed, a book next to him that he'd clearly been paying attention to at some point, but is no longer. Instead he's staring listlessly at the far wall, considering trying sleeping, until he hears the door open.
Propping himself up on an arm, he didn't even bother to sit up all the way to turn slightly and look at Sam.]
Sam.
Propping himself up on an arm, he didn't even bother to sit up all the way to turn slightly and look at Sam.]
Sam.
[There is a ball pit and Zen isn't quite sure what to think of it until now.
Why a ball pit?] Those gods really need a life.
Why a ball pit?] Those gods really need a life.
[Castiel has mostly been ignoring the new addition to the house, but he's standing at the edge of it now, arms crossed as he considers it.]
I don't understand the point of this.
[Which is his way of saying he agrees entirely.]
I don't understand the point of this.
[Which is his way of saying he agrees entirely.]
Yrx kdyh vrphwklqj zdlwlqj iru brx dw [x,y].
Hxuub xs ru lw'oo eh jrqh lq dq krxu.
Hxuub xs ru lw'oo eh jrqh lq dq krxu.
[It takes about thirty seconds for Castiel's mind to crossreference every language he knows, then narrow it down to languages Sam knows, and then every pattern within those languages that would produce something intelligible when decoded with a cipher. Then he has his message, lighting up just slightly form the unexpected challenge and adventure, and goes to said location to figure out what's been left there.]
[When you have died and come back to life, who do you go to afterwards to ease your troubled mind?]
[Cheriour would have to say Pendroz, the angel of the seventh hour from back home. The angel was like a rock- Cheriour knew he could go and tell him anything that was on his mind, or share his feelings, and Pendroz would sit and listen and know exactly what to say. He never left Cheriour behind, even if he had a problem that he felt was too big to solve.]
[But Pendroz isn't here.]
[After an hour of so of walking the streets, he decides to call Mary, because he needs to show that he's alright and well even though he totally wasn't on the inside. Not waiting another moment, he then brings up the contact who is the closest person he has to family...no, Castiel was his family. And while Castiel was no Pendroz, he knew without a doubt that he needed somebody like him to talk to.]
Castiel?
[His voice is on the weary side, and clearly troubled- death wasn't such an easy thing to get over.]
You wouldn't mind me, erm, dropping in on you soon? I need to sort out my thoughts after...after that.
I just need someone to talk to, I don't want to be much trouble...
[Cheriour would have to say Pendroz, the angel of the seventh hour from back home. The angel was like a rock- Cheriour knew he could go and tell him anything that was on his mind, or share his feelings, and Pendroz would sit and listen and know exactly what to say. He never left Cheriour behind, even if he had a problem that he felt was too big to solve.]
[But Pendroz isn't here.]
[After an hour of so of walking the streets, he decides to call Mary, because he needs to show that he's alright and well even though he totally wasn't on the inside. Not waiting another moment, he then brings up the contact who is the closest person he has to family...no, Castiel was his family. And while Castiel was no Pendroz, he knew without a doubt that he needed somebody like him to talk to.]
Castiel?
[His voice is on the weary side, and clearly troubled- death wasn't such an easy thing to get over.]
You wouldn't mind me, erm, dropping in on you soon? I need to sort out my thoughts after...after that.
I just need someone to talk to, I don't want to be much trouble...
[Castiel had seen the post, of course; he'd been watching everything closely since what happened to Buffy. It incited a level of rage and at the same time no surprise, as that the gods would do this to them isn't really a shock to him. It's just disgusting.
He hadn't known what to do or what to say after seeing the broadcast from Cheriour's bracelet, and he'd gotten to it a little late, and others had already taken care of the immediate action. So he'd gone for a walk, aimlessly, trying to figure out what he should be doing about these deaths, about this situation. It got more and more dire by the day.
The call is unexpected and he's silent while Cheriour speaks; it's still strange how those here return from death, particularly so quickly. And though Castiel is no master of reading people, even he can hear and understand that tone of voice.]
Of course.
[The answer is easy, so much so that he's a little surprised at himself. He didn't expect Cheriour to want to talk to him, of all people, and he's not sure why he does, but Castiel won't refuse. Though...]
I am not certain I will be of any help.
[He's not known for his reassurance skills.]
He hadn't known what to do or what to say after seeing the broadcast from Cheriour's bracelet, and he'd gotten to it a little late, and others had already taken care of the immediate action. So he'd gone for a walk, aimlessly, trying to figure out what he should be doing about these deaths, about this situation. It got more and more dire by the day.
The call is unexpected and he's silent while Cheriour speaks; it's still strange how those here return from death, particularly so quickly. And though Castiel is no master of reading people, even he can hear and understand that tone of voice.]
Of course.
[The answer is easy, so much so that he's a little surprised at himself. He didn't expect Cheriour to want to talk to him, of all people, and he's not sure why he does, but Castiel won't refuse. Though...]
I am not certain I will be of any help.
[He's not known for his reassurance skills.]
You were right. They were just doing it for themselves.
It's not something I desired to be correct in.
[Sometimes he hates being right.]
[Sometimes he hates being right.]
Edited 2012-03-31 20:42 (UTC)
[offline] A day after TFW's meeting about the Lucifer Problem
damnidjits
2012-04-11 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[When Cas returns to his room (hopefully around lunch time), he will find a note stuck on top of a pile of food and books on his desk.]
Got some things for you to try.
-Bobby
[If Cas goes through the pile, he'll find a nutrition book, a simple cook book, a small container of chicken lo mein, fried rice, a pear, an orange, a chocolate chip cookie, a bag of chips, and a ham sandwich. Guess who is trying to cover all his bases.]
Got some things for you to try.
-Bobby
[If Cas goes through the pile, he'll find a nutrition book, a simple cook book, a small container of chicken lo mein, fried rice, a pear, an orange, a chocolate chip cookie, a bag of chips, and a ham sandwich. Guess who is trying to cover all his bases.]
[Castiel doesn't even know what to do with all this right away; he's a little surprised. He reads the note and sets it aside, going for the books first instead of the food, and flips through them both quickly in curiosity. Then it's on to the food, which he ponders for several seconds before picking up the cookie; he's seen the boys eat them before, so he wants to try it.
He decides, quickly, that he likes chocolate.
He's had sandwiches before so he leaves that for now, trying the pear next, once he figures out how he's supposed to eat it--the cookbook helps for that--and is surprised to find he likes it too. He only tries a few bites for the moment though, picking up the orange next; that's a bit more of an ordeal to get into, and he has to takes his nails and then a picket knife to it before he can get into it, after trying and failing to bite through the skin at first.
He's not as fond of the orange, though it's not terrible, but the consistency combined with the sharp smell is odd with the more mild taste. So he sets it aside, turning focus toward the lo mein.
He finishes the entire contained before he really realizes he has, a little disappointed it's gone, and takes very serious mental note that he likes it, wondering for a moment if he can have it every day. Probably not. But it's something he definitely likes, no question at all, which is kind of nice to finally discover.
After that though, he's far too full to try eating anything else; that's easily more than he's had at one time since ending up mortal. So the rest of it goes in the refrigerator; he'll have to try the rice and the chips later, and the sandwich and both fruits he'll also have at a later time.
After getting everything put away, he settles down on the couch to read his books from cover to cover.]
He decides, quickly, that he likes chocolate.
He's had sandwiches before so he leaves that for now, trying the pear next, once he figures out how he's supposed to eat it--the cookbook helps for that--and is surprised to find he likes it too. He only tries a few bites for the moment though, picking up the orange next; that's a bit more of an ordeal to get into, and he has to takes his nails and then a picket knife to it before he can get into it, after trying and failing to bite through the skin at first.
He's not as fond of the orange, though it's not terrible, but the consistency combined with the sharp smell is odd with the more mild taste. So he sets it aside, turning focus toward the lo mein.
He finishes the entire contained before he really realizes he has, a little disappointed it's gone, and takes very serious mental note that he likes it, wondering for a moment if he can have it every day. Probably not. But it's something he definitely likes, no question at all, which is kind of nice to finally discover.
After that though, he's far too full to try eating anything else; that's easily more than he's had at one time since ending up mortal. So the rest of it goes in the refrigerator; he'll have to try the rice and the chips later, and the sandwich and both fruits he'll also have at a later time.
After getting everything put away, he settles down on the couch to read his books from cover to cover.]
Castiel? It's Nakama. Can we talk about something?
just realized this is stickyhug day, change to 91, or do the whole talk in a hug?
whatagoodgirl
- 2012-06-04 22:44 (UTC) - Expandpffffff let's skip to 91; Cas would never smile they'd be stuck forever
ofthursday
- 2012-06-04 22:46 (UTC) - Expand[It's been hours, by now. Bobby keeps tabs on certain people, which obviously includes anyone from their world, and some have pulled disappearing acts. Searching the city hasn't resulted in much of anything, except confirmations of his suspicions that they have gone missing. Normally he would think they had all gone grey, but with a serial murderer running around, and the majority of the missing people's connections with the case, it was entirely too coincidental.
Bobby looks grim and a little stressed when he plops down on the couch.]
Seems like a lotta people have gone M.I.A.
[There's a very good chance Crowley had disappeared on purpose. Either way, it's disquieting, since the demon is too clever for his own good. So they either have to worry about who could possibly pull something on Crowley, or they have to worry about him pulling something on them.]
Bobby looks grim and a little stressed when he plops down on the couch.]
Seems like a lotta people have gone M.I.A.
[There's a very good chance Crowley had disappeared on purpose. Either way, it's disquieting, since the demon is too clever for his own good. So they either have to worry about who could possibly pull something on Crowley, or they have to worry about him pulling something on them.]
[Castiel, in contrast, has been too busy with his job and with coordinating his rebellion to pay much attention to who all is where. He looks up from where he's picking at an apple when Bobby sits down, tilting his head slightly.]
What do you mean? Such as who?
What do you mean? Such as who?
[He's not doing anything really important at the moment, so there's soon a Castiel stepping outside to look for his wife.]
[She isn't sure what wills her to go check on him -- but something does, an odd twisting in her stomach as she sets down her book. It's almost three in the morning, but she feels odd, going to sleep by herself. Still, she's trying to do what's best for him -- space might be what he needs.
After the hospital fiasco, though, Daphne finds herself checking on him when they aren't sharing a room, just to make sure he's okay. Still breathing, still in one piece. Still there. On this night, though, she feels a particular sense of urgency to pad down the hall quietly, gently opening the door to peer inside.]
Castiel, are you awake?
[It's soft, just in case he isn't.]
After the hospital fiasco, though, Daphne finds herself checking on him when they aren't sharing a room, just to make sure he's okay. Still breathing, still in one piece. Still there. On this night, though, she feels a particular sense of urgency to pad down the hall quietly, gently opening the door to peer inside.]
Castiel, are you awake?
[It's soft, just in case he isn't.]
[Nightmares aren't anything new for Castiel.
Nights when he doesn't have them are rarer, but as when he's awake, Castiel doesn't show a whole lot when he's distressed while asleep either. He usually manages to hide the dreams well enough that he doesn't prompt all that many questions, and he rarely wakes anyone up in the night with his reactions to them.
But with Daphne around, it was only a matter of time before she caught on, and that's part of the reason for some of his need for space. It would be impossible to hide them from her for long and though he knows he doesn't have to, he feels he should, and then at the same time feels watched and pressured and combined with everything else having separate rooms is just a good idea.
He doesn't know she checks on him so often, though, and he's especially unaware this night. His mind is far away, caught up in some mix of countless ages of memories and the usual twisted storylines of nightmares; the blankets are half-twisted around him and he's clutching the edges of his pillow so tightly his knuckles are white. Though his eyebrows are furrowed and his expression is some mix of pain and fear and sorrow, he's completely still and silent in the midst of all the tension, and he doesn't react to Daphne's words.]
Nights when he doesn't have them are rarer, but as when he's awake, Castiel doesn't show a whole lot when he's distressed while asleep either. He usually manages to hide the dreams well enough that he doesn't prompt all that many questions, and he rarely wakes anyone up in the night with his reactions to them.
But with Daphne around, it was only a matter of time before she caught on, and that's part of the reason for some of his need for space. It would be impossible to hide them from her for long and though he knows he doesn't have to, he feels he should, and then at the same time feels watched and pressured and combined with everything else having separate rooms is just a good idea.
He doesn't know she checks on him so often, though, and he's especially unaware this night. His mind is far away, caught up in some mix of countless ages of memories and the usual twisted storylines of nightmares; the blankets are half-twisted around him and he's clutching the edges of his pillow so tightly his knuckles are white. Though his eyebrows are furrowed and his expression is some mix of pain and fear and sorrow, he's completely still and silent in the midst of all the tension, and he doesn't react to Daphne's words.]
[Sam hasn't really had a good few weeks. It's hard to place a number on why, exactly, but he's just in a rut. And when he's in a rut, he generally likes to stick to himself, to think things over -- to find what's bothering him and figure it out.
It's hard to do that, though, when what's bothering you is constantly in your face at every given moment of the day. Still, Sam isn't one to want to burden anyone else with his own insecurities, so reading in his room it is.
Moose get hungry, though. So he eventually, once he's certain the house is empty, gets up to move to the kitchen, running a hand through his hair with a sigh as he steps into the room, only to find -- ]
... Castiel?
[wtf is he doing staring into the fridge.]
It's hard to do that, though, when what's bothering you is constantly in your face at every given moment of the day. Still, Sam isn't one to want to burden anyone else with his own insecurities, so reading in his room it is.
Moose get hungry, though. So he eventually, once he's certain the house is empty, gets up to move to the kitchen, running a hand through his hair with a sigh as he steps into the room, only to find -- ]
... Castiel?
[wtf is he doing staring into the fridge.]
[Castiel is indeed staring into the fridge, almost like he thinks that if he stares long enough, there will be new selection. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be working, and Castiel is wondering by this point if the faint feeling of hunger he has is worth the effort of trying to find something he actually cares to eat.
He glances up when Sam enters, a little surprised to see him out of his room.]
Hello Sam.
He glances up when Sam enters, a little surprised to see him out of his room.]
Hello Sam.
[Uther is wearing his business face, and he is calm and most certainly not currently in a ridiculous amount of emotional turmoil since days and days ago right now. Spare the thought!
Even if he's still unsure about a lot of people, Castiel included, he doubts this will hurt. It hopefully won't.]
Castiel, is it, correct? I hope I am not disturbing, but my son has informed me that you have entertained the thought of this... "emergency response team". I thought any further inquiries should be brought to you in person, if you do not mind.
[It's simple enough to be polite, a good mask, and he's not sure he can manage long without wearing one.]
Even if he's still unsure about a lot of people, Castiel included, he doubts this will hurt. It hopefully won't.]
Castiel, is it, correct? I hope I am not disturbing, but my son has informed me that you have entertained the thought of this... "emergency response team". I thought any further inquiries should be brought to you in person, if you do not mind.
[It's simple enough to be polite, a good mask, and he's not sure he can manage long without wearing one.]
[Castiel isn't expecting the call, and is surprised, but he just tilts his head slightly and nods.]
I have. I'm not certain at this time how it will progress, but I can answer any questions you might have.
[There seems to be another being formed at the moment and he's not entirely sure how it will work, and he has a ton of other projects to work on, but he hasn't dropped the idea either.]
Where would you like to meet?
I have. I'm not certain at this time how it will progress, but I can answer any questions you might have.
[There seems to be another being formed at the moment and he's not entirely sure how it will work, and he has a ton of other projects to work on, but he hasn't dropped the idea either.]
Where would you like to meet?
u were the 1 asking abt gods and fighting them rite?
[It takes her a few minutes to blink herself awake from their afternoon nap, but once she does, she cringes at the sudden pouring in of light. It overwhelms her, causes the room to spin, and she instinctively presses her face into her husband's side to try and get her eyes adjusted to the light -- but once she does, she realizes she can see.
She curls her fingers into his shirt as she pushes herself up slightly, to see him properly. It always amazed her, how peaceful he looks while he sleeps, and she gently brushes his hair out of his eyes with a tiny smile, to let him sleep contentedly. He almost looks as if he could sleep forever.
Soon, though, Daphne just can't stand it -- and she presses her lips against his in a soft kiss to gently wake him up, a hand against his cheek as she maintains the kiss a little longer than usual. It's been awhile -- and after the long week he's had of working so hard to make sure she was okay, he deserves a little reward in return for his sacrifice.]
She curls her fingers into his shirt as she pushes herself up slightly, to see him properly. It always amazed her, how peaceful he looks while he sleeps, and she gently brushes his hair out of his eyes with a tiny smile, to let him sleep contentedly. He almost looks as if he could sleep forever.
Soon, though, Daphne just can't stand it -- and she presses her lips against his in a soft kiss to gently wake him up, a hand against his cheek as she maintains the kiss a little longer than usual. It's been awhile -- and after the long week he's had of working so hard to make sure she was okay, he deserves a little reward in return for his sacrifice.]
[It's always nice when he's awoken by Daphne instead of nightmares, and he returns the kiss half-asleep with his eyes still closed. His fingers lift to lay his hand against hers on his face, as he slowly opens his eyes.
It takes a moment to notice, but he realizes she's looking directly at him, eyes clear and focused.]
The curse is over.
It takes a moment to notice, but he realizes she's looking directly at him, eyes clear and focused.]
The curse is over.
[She isn't intending on returning home for another week, but after a few days, Daphne is slipping through the halls of the house, heart heavy with concern. She had heard through the hospital grapevine that Castiel still hadn't returned to work and that he wasn't well at home -- and when the various healers had asked her about it, she forced herself to smile and say he was just recovering. Curses, you know. Gods. They take a toll.
After a few days, though, she can't stand it, and she has to go see him. When she checks his favorite spots in the house, Daphne sighs heavily and goes up the stairs to their room, gingerly pushing open the door to see a giant mass of blankets and a tiny movement or two. Her heart twists abruptly and Daphne stays by the door for a few more seconds before she gives in, stepping inside to close the door behind her.]
After a few days, though, she can't stand it, and she has to go see him. When she checks his favorite spots in the house, Daphne sighs heavily and goes up the stairs to their room, gingerly pushing open the door to see a giant mass of blankets and a tiny movement or two. Her heart twists abruptly and Daphne stays by the door for a few more seconds before she gives in, stepping inside to close the door behind her.]
[The past few days had been more than a little difficult, even if Castiel really only experienced some of them and had spent the rest in different drug-induced stupors. At the moment though he's awake, curled under the blankets, staring at an empty space on the wall and both trying to block out memories from his curse and convince himself to get up and get some water. He's failing at both.
He doesn't even hear the door open, lost in his own head, eyes blank and dull, but he notices when it closes. Normally he would jump, whirl toward the sound, be ready to react to whoever or whatever it is, but he doesn't care that much right now.
Instead he just slowly glances toward the door, expecting Sam or maybe even Dean, but certain not Daphne. That prompts him to actually raise up on an elbow, shocked.]
Daphne?
He doesn't even hear the door open, lost in his own head, eyes blank and dull, but he notices when it closes. Normally he would jump, whirl toward the sound, be ready to react to whoever or whatever it is, but he doesn't care that much right now.
Instead he just slowly glances toward the door, expecting Sam or maybe even Dean, but certain not Daphne. That prompts him to actually raise up on an elbow, shocked.]
Daphne?
[Sam walks past the entrance to the kitchen toward his room, trying to do eight things at once, as per usual -- and then he steps backwards, blinking, with the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.]
... what're you doing?
... what're you doing?
[Castiel is in the kitchen, very seriously pondering the items set out on the counter before him. They include a bowl, a pan, a carton of eggs, some sugar, and butter.
The angel is staring at them like they might hold the secrets of the universe.
He looks over at Sam, though, when the hunter arrives, frowning slightly at the toothbrush but doesn't ask. Instead, he answers the question incredibly seriously, and also like it's completely obvious.]
Baking.
The angel is staring at them like they might hold the secrets of the universe.
He looks over at Sam, though, when the hunter arrives, frowning slightly at the toothbrush but doesn't ask. Instead, he answers the question incredibly seriously, and also like it's completely obvious.]
Baking.
[She's really just going to go check on him, due to the loss of his friend -- but something else is bothering Daphne, too, so maybe this is more to comfort her, as well.
Either way, Daphne sits on the edge of their bed, to gently rub his shoulders with a brief smile.]
Are you okay?
Either way, Daphne sits on the edge of their bed, to gently rub his shoulders with a brief smile.]
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
[He's exhausted and still recovering from the toll of the battle, only to find out one of his closest friends here has gone home. He's alright--he usually is, and he'll deal with this--but it's still a lot of blows to take at once.
But he looks back at Daphne, because at least he has her, and notices that she doesn't seem happy either. He assumes it's about Nakama as well, though.]
Are you?
[He's exhausted and still recovering from the toll of the battle, only to find out one of his closest friends here has gone home. He's alright--he usually is, and he'll deal with this--but it's still a lot of blows to take at once.
But he looks back at Daphne, because at least he has her, and notices that she doesn't seem happy either. He assumes it's about Nakama as well, though.]
Are you?
[There's something very odd about leaving this message; despite growing closer and even teaching the angel -- he's still an angel -- so if Lancelot appears a little awkward, that would be the cause.]
Castiel? I...believe I may have experienced a second increase of strength. I know you keep record of these things so I thought you might like to be notified.
[He inclines his head slightly, a little stiffly, awkward, so awkward.]
When you are free, I would like to learn what you can teach me of this level, if it isn't too much trouble.
[True, Arthur holds the same level with the same power, but Arthur's time is in very high demand and he's gotten used to talking to Castiel about these things.
He nods again before the message ends.]
Castiel? I...believe I may have experienced a second increase of strength. I know you keep record of these things so I thought you might like to be notified.
[He inclines his head slightly, a little stiffly, awkward, so awkward.]
When you are free, I would like to learn what you can teach me of this level, if it isn't too much trouble.
[True, Arthur holds the same level with the same power, but Arthur's time is in very high demand and he's gotten used to talking to Castiel about these things.
He nods again before the message ends.]
[Castiel is aware of none of the awkwardness, fortunately enough. Instead, he's just intrigued by what Lancelot is telling him.]
I appreciate it. Of course; it is dangerous at this level for everyone involved if not mastered.
[He's more than willing to teach what he knows, and supervise some test tries of it at the hospital if Lancelot wants to do so.]
I appreciate it. Of course; it is dangerous at this level for everyone involved if not mastered.
[He's more than willing to teach what he knows, and supervise some test tries of it at the hospital if Lancelot wants to do so.]
Dear Castiel,
I did an information post for the new people linking your powers post, and I got a reply with some information for you about Telepathy Level 1. This is it:
Telepathy at level 1 involves direct contact with another person in order to listen to their thoughts and to plant vague suggestions. You can also read other people's emotions and vague thought topics from a short distance.
Hopefully this is useful!
I did an information post for the new people linking your powers post, and I got a reply with some information for you about Telepathy Level 1. This is it:
Telepathy at level 1 involves direct contact with another person in order to listen to their thoughts and to plant vague suggestions. You can also read other people's emotions and vague thought topics from a short distance.
Hopefully this is useful!
It is, and I will add it to the listing immediately.
[This one's completely out of the blue, Castiel, and she's unapologetic for it.]
I've got something I'd like to talk about when you have a minute, Castiel. We can meet over at your place if you're still dealing with the wings and don't want to deal with the outside world.
I've got something I'd like to talk about when you have a minute, Castiel. We can meet over at your place if you're still dealing with the wings and don't want to deal with the outside world.
[He's surprised, but it's alright.]
That's fine. I am available now.
That's fine. I am available now.
[On Castiel's desk, there's small basket containing a few items: a small bundle of cookies--round medallions with red glaze in the shape of fire on one side--some fresh sandwiches, a pair of leather gloves, and a feather pendant on a leather cord, all packed neatly. The note reads: ]
Remember to keep warm during the Yule season. I would have given you a cloak but you seem oddly attached to that coat of yours. About the pendant, I know you said your real wings don't actually look like that but it reminded me of you anyway. The sandwiches are for you, Sam, Dean, and Jo to share. You're eating properly, aren't you?
Merlin
Remember to keep warm during the Yule season. I would have given you a cloak but you seem oddly attached to that coat of yours. About the pendant, I know you said your real wings don't actually look like that but it reminded me of you anyway. The sandwiches are for you, Sam, Dean, and Jo to share. You're eating properly, aren't you?
Merlin
[Castiel is surprised to find the things on his desk, but as he reads the note and looks through the collection of items he smiles, just a little, to himself. While he won't confirm or deny whether he's been eating properly, he will manage half a sandwich and a few cookies before sharing the rest with the others, and when Merlin next sees him he might have opportunity to notice that Castiel is wearing the pendant tucked under his several layers of shirts, and definitely making good use of the gloves.]
This is Castiel, right? My name's Connor, Conan said -- geez that was a lot of C's -- uh, he said that you were one of the people giving first aid classes, I was wondering if I could sign up, show up, whatever. I might be able to fill in a few gaps about shadow control, but I'm new so I can't do much.
Gimme a call back, I guess. Thanks.
Gimme a call back, I guess. Thanks.
[He calls back a few hours later.]
Hello, Conner. This is Castiel, yes; I focus mostly on the use of powers for healing, but I can teach basic first aid as well if you desire.
Hello, Conner. This is Castiel, yes; I focus mostly on the use of powers for healing, but I can teach basic first aid as well if you desire.
[Outside Castiel's door is a small box. There's a little note taped to it reading:]
Here's a Christmas present, for Christmas! I'm not sure when it is but it's a gift anyway so enjoy it!
Have a good Christmas if you celebrate it!
[It's signed by Euri and has Dog's pawprint in ink stamped on it. Inside the box is a small tin of rose mint herbal tea and a small glass bottle of magic energizer potion. One sip lasts about an hour.]
Here's a Christmas present, for Christmas! I'm not sure when it is but it's a gift anyway so enjoy it!
Have a good Christmas if you celebrate it!
[It's signed by Euri and has Dog's pawprint in ink stamped on it. Inside the box is a small tin of rose mint herbal tea and a small glass bottle of magic energizer potion. One sip lasts about an hour.]
[It's a surprise to get the package, but he greatly appreciates it. Both items will be incredibly useful, and he tucks both them and the little note away into one of the drawers in his desk until he needs them, which will likely be sooner rather than later.]
[Text] Backdated a little bit to just after the dreams event.
smartwinchester
2013-04-18 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean is back.
He hasn't been to Hell yet.
[Help.]
He hasn't been to Hell yet.
[Help.]
[That's... Not what he's expected to hear.]
Then he doesn't know me.
[Which is... Difficult on its own, but what does Sam want him to do? He can't do anything if Dean doesn't even know who he is. He barely listens to Castiel when he does.]
Then he doesn't know me.
[Which is... Difficult on its own, but what does Sam want him to do? He can't do anything if Dean doesn't even know who he is. He barely listens to Castiel when he does.]
[She loves their new home.
It's small, but beautiful, an open space with everything they need, including a spare room. It's still a work in progress and their belongings (including her pots and pans) are still half-packed, but Daphne is bright and happy and perfectly content.
It's why she went out and got dinner for them both, unlocking their door with bags of food on her arm, a smile instantly in place at the sight of the boxes and furniture and how chaotic it is.
It's troubling for someone like Castiel, she knows, to not have everything perfectly in order, but all of the boxes everywhere means that they're getting there. And that's what matters.]
Sweetheart?
[She slips out of her shoes at the door and steps forward, careful to tip-toe around the valuables to peer into the living room.]
I brought dinner, where are you?
It's small, but beautiful, an open space with everything they need, including a spare room. It's still a work in progress and their belongings (including her pots and pans) are still half-packed, but Daphne is bright and happy and perfectly content.
It's why she went out and got dinner for them both, unlocking their door with bags of food on her arm, a smile instantly in place at the sight of the boxes and furniture and how chaotic it is.
It's troubling for someone like Castiel, she knows, to not have everything perfectly in order, but all of the boxes everywhere means that they're getting there. And that's what matters.]
Sweetheart?
[She slips out of her shoes at the door and steps forward, careful to tip-toe around the valuables to peer into the living room.]
I brought dinner, where are you?
[Castiel has been having a stressful day.
He's gotten used to having good days and bad days and some that are in between, and at the moment he was having one of the bad ones. He'd woken up in the middle of the night from a dream and couldn't go back to bed, which had woken Daphne up, which had made him feel guilty. And then he'd accidentally knocked a drink over and tripped over a table and snapped at Daphne and generally things had been going pretty badly.
So while Daphne had gone to get groceries Castiel had decided to go for a walk. Fresh air and being outside in general usually calmed him down, and it was working for awhile, at least until he literally almost stepped on a cat.
It became very apparent very quickly that the cat wasn't feeling well. She was sickly looking, laying on her side in the alley, fluffy fur all matted and messy and Castiel had carefully scooped her up in his arms without protest and rushed her back home. And that's where Daphne finds him, trying to coax the cat into drinking some water.]
I don't know what to do.
[He says it, quietly, as she looks into the room; for some reason, everything in him wants to help this cat. For some reason, it's the most important thing to him right now.]
He's gotten used to having good days and bad days and some that are in between, and at the moment he was having one of the bad ones. He'd woken up in the middle of the night from a dream and couldn't go back to bed, which had woken Daphne up, which had made him feel guilty. And then he'd accidentally knocked a drink over and tripped over a table and snapped at Daphne and generally things had been going pretty badly.
So while Daphne had gone to get groceries Castiel had decided to go for a walk. Fresh air and being outside in general usually calmed him down, and it was working for awhile, at least until he literally almost stepped on a cat.
It became very apparent very quickly that the cat wasn't feeling well. She was sickly looking, laying on her side in the alley, fluffy fur all matted and messy and Castiel had carefully scooped her up in his arms without protest and rushed her back home. And that's where Daphne finds him, trying to coax the cat into drinking some water.]
I don't know what to do.
[He says it, quietly, as she looks into the room; for some reason, everything in him wants to help this cat. For some reason, it's the most important thing to him right now.]
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