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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2013 8:50:54 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes The bus driver couldn’t help it: his nose automatically wrinkled when the trench clad male moved past him in an attempt to get off the bus. The man had no idea that he was staring as he watched the stranger’s movements. He had been close to not allowing him on the bus. Scruffy, smelly and with stained clothes he had been standing at the bus stop, seemingly eager to get on. The fact that the stranger would smudge his seats didn't bother him in the slightest, what did was that he chased other people away. The remaining passengers at the stop would tell the driver that they would wait for the next bus. No problem. Everything was better than sharing a bus with … that. Suddenly the bus driver snapped out of it and closed the doors of the vehicle before putting his foot down onto the gas pedal, urging the bus on to get away. The person that had been dropped off in the center of Lebanon was no less than Castiel. He had covered quite a distance, both on foot and by bus. Every so often he would earn some money by helping at a local church. Rather than staying there for food and shelter, he received money after which he soon found himself on the road once more. There were times that he would take advantage of the opportunity to get a shower as well, but the closer he came to his goal, the less he thought about personal hygiene. All he wanted, was to push through and get to the bunker. Despite the money he had on him, he hadn't made a single phone call, one that could easily reveal where he was and that he most likely needed help. Cas didn't know what the Winchesters might be thinking, for all they knew he was either missing or dead. After drawing in a deep breath the former angel gave a slight nod of his head, as if to tell himself that he was good to go. A few seconds later he was on the move again, trying to find his way to the bunker the brothers called their home. He faintly remembered the small town. There were bits and flashes of memories from events that occurred only weeks ago. Getting shot by Crowley, losing the angel tablet and escaping before he was found, laying in the middle of the road. Everything that had happened afterwards was a blur as he watched the outside world from the back seat of the Impala. The world passed by and every time he opened his eyes he found himself somewhere else, drifting in and out of consciousness. The better – more useful – memories of the bunker and the town it was located, came afterwards, when he was recovering. That was the knowledge he used know to find his way back. Which might be harder than initially expected. The Men of Letters had always tried to hide their bunker. The concrete structure hadn't draw a lot of attention in the past. It seemed as if all one could find behind the door was an underground system of sewers or something else. In reality the walls formed the new home of the Winchesters, the base from which they operated. And not just that: the dungeons were filled with hundreds of files, all of them containing knowledge on creatures or the accounts of supernatural events. A beacon of safety and knowledge. Soon he left the streets of Lebanon behind him, Castiel wandered through a more abandoned part of the town. Trees and bushes hid a hill from sight which gave the male the impression that this might be what he was looking for. Upon inspecting the surroundings a bit further, he found an improvised driveway. Too much rain and the widened path would be inaccessible as the ground would soon turn into mud. For now it was still easy to follow the road and thus he did. Every so often Castiel would glance over his shoulder, just to make sure no one was following him. None of the other passengers had gotten off at the same bus stop as him, but he couldn't be careful enough. Someone might have been tracking him. Suddenly the former seraph stopped in his tracks and listened attentively to his surroundings. Nothing. The only sounds that reached him were that of nature as the wind rustled through the leaves. Cas couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down his spine before he quickly moved on. Eventually he was able to recognize a brick wall, mostly concealed by a bush that grew over it. A bit later he found the steps that led to the door which would allow him entrance to the bunker. Without much hesitation the male flew down the steps and halted in front of the door. A sudden reluctance took a hold of him, causing Castiel to just stand there, staring at the door as if it would miraculously open. He lifted his hand to knock but lowered it soon after, wondering what he was going to say. He hadn’t listened to Dean when the hunter told him not to pursue his mission. Once more his stubbornness had caused a lot of trouble, perhaps even more than they could handle. He wasn’t sure if the eldest Winchester wanted to see him but where else could he go? The brothers were the only ones he could think of to help him as well. A heavy sigh rolled off his lips as Castiel raised his hand a second time and balled it to a fist. A few seconds later it made contact with the heavy door as he pounded on it, announcing his arrival. This will be so awkward and adorable at the same time ^^ || tag: Dean Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 6, 2013 0:44:16 GMT -5
Heaven sent the Hunter It had almost been a full month since the angels fell from Heaven, and still there was no word from Cas. Dean would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn’t starting to get seriously worried. The last time Cas had gone radio silent on them like this had resulted in a war on Heaven and Godstiel. He'd forgiven the angel for betraying him, but Castiel was like Sam when it came to how much he meant to Dean. It didn't matter how many times Castiel fucked up any more than it did Sam; he was family. Forgiveness would always be there, even if trust was fragile.
There were a lot of reasons why Dean was growing more and more concerned about the lack of contact from Cas. The fact he hadn’t answered when Sammy was practically dead was bad enough, but the fact Cas was likely behind or at least partially responsible for the angels falling was pretty much impossible to deny. He hadn’t mentioned it to Sam yet – they had enough going on – but that meeting with Naomi was something Dean constantly had on replay in the back of his mind. He’d warned Cas not to go but that hadn’t stopped the angel even for a second.
That was one thing that drove Dean absolutely bat shit with the guy. He had this determined sense of knowing what the hell he was doing when nine times out of ten, not only did he not have a goddamn clue but his fall outs ended up being Apocalyptic in scale. Though in a way, that was rather like Sam too. Dean didn’t doubt for a second that Cas was somehow involved in the angel fall, which meant that now all the angels who had wanted him dead for the Godstiel incident would not only be gunning him, but every neutral party and potential ally would be out for his ass too, which meant Cas was literally the most wanted guy on the angel radio. And Dean had to admit, there was a small, tiny part of him that wondered where Naomi had landed. She’d helped him save Sam – any angel paying attention to the Apocalypse and the Winchesters in general would know that was the only debt in the world that would make Dean Winchester help you even if he hated you. So where was she? Why wasn’t she banging down Garth’s door and demanding the Winchesters help her?
So yeah, the whole lack of communication thing from angels in general was really starting to wear Dean thin. To the point he had twice considered calling up Belial to send some feelers out to try and find Cas and bring him in. And wouldn’t that be a piss off for Cas, to be dragged in by demons while on the run from every brother and sister he’d managed to kick out of house and home. Honestly, Dean didn’t know why he cared about the stress that might cause Cas when he was the maker of the mess in the first place, but he supposed it boiled down to not wanting to have to fight Cas and Sam both about the whole demon thing.
Once again Dean asked Sam if he’d heard anything from Cas, only to get a shrug and a headshake in answer before the other headed out for his morning jog. Dean had just settled down for some breakfast and a read through of the morning paper when the knock came. Lowering the paper, Dean frowned and looked over to where Sam kept his keys – they were gone. Getting up slowly, Dean pulled a blade down from its stand before going to the door, ready for the worst but also thinking that it was probably Charlie. Pulling open the door as the second round of knocking started, Dean nearly dropped his knife at the sight of who was on the other side.
“Cas?” Dean’s tone was incredulous. A damn month without a goddamn word, driving Dean off the rails with worries he wouldn’t show, talk about, or examine too closely, and here he damn well was standing on the porch like a dog that ran away and came home when it started to rain. “What the hell man!” Seriously, what the hell.
It was then that the smell hit him, and Dean instinctively took a step back from it even as he looked Cas up and down, nose wrinkling a bit at the mess of him. “You fall into a dumpster or something?” Seriously, how Cas survived was a daily mystery solved only by angel mojo. The damn guy looked and smelled like he was homeless. “Jeeze Cas, you have got to clean that off.” This was like when he was pulled out of Purgatory all over again, sans the beard at least. Stepping back so Cas could come in, Dean shook his head a bit at the idiot angel. He’d give him a peace of his mind once he no longer smelled like something not even a cat would want to drag in.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 7:02:26 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes "Hello Dean."The greeting wasn't accompanied of a smile, simply because Castiel couldn't muster one. At this point he was relieved that he had finally arrived at the bunker. The last few days had been spent travelling. Walking and switching from one bus to another had put a strain on him, something he hadn't felt until now. It suddenly slammed into him. Apparently the prospect of having some kind of shelter and meeting up with his friends had given him the needed adrenaline to push through the fatigue. Now, upon reaching his goal, all he could long for was a bed. And maybe a shower. If he remembered correctly though, then most beds were warm and cosy. You could wrap yourself in the blankets and forget about the world for a few hours. The thought made Cas feel warm inside but he suppressed the urge to enter the bunker and push past the hunter so he could find a bed and just drop down on it. Instead he remained in place, not moving until he was told to. When Dean's comment reached him, the former angel looked down at himself. Granted his clothes were all smudged, he didn't seem to notice the stench he carried with him. After days of wandering he had grown accustomed to it and now ... All his senses could pick up on was the familiar smell of nature: trees and bushes. Confusion was clearly visible in his eyes when Castiel allowed his gaze to land upon the male before him. It was quickly pushed away when Dean took a step aside, inviting him to enter the bunker. At least he wasn't denied access, something he had been afraid of. The list of mistakes grew as time passed by, something Cas wasn't proud of. Half the errors he had made, could have been prevented if only he had listened. Wasn't that his problem? Hafn't that been the problem ever since the Apocalypse had been averted? That strong feeling of self-righteousness didn't cloud his judgement, it made him deaf for everyone else's advice. As a feeling of shame crept through his whole being, Castiel stepped forward and entered the bunker, muttering a thank you. First things first and that was a shower. A frown formed as his bright blue hues darted through the room in an attempt to recall which way he had to go for the bathroom. Once it dawned on him which direction he needed to go, he turned back to Dean. "I'll be back soon." And with that said he was off. Rather soon he found his way through the corridors of the building, towards the showers. Unfortunately for him a shower would take a bit longer compared to last time. After going through one of the cabinets he found some clothes that would fit him, until the others got cleaned. After picking out a shirt and black pants, similar to what he used to wear, the former angel jumped under the shower. The warmth of the water had kept Castiel longer in the shower than he intended. It wasn't until half an hour had passed that he reappeared in the main room of the bunker, relieved of the stench. The issue of his suit that needed to be cleaned, would be addressed later. For now he would just focus on the main issue and that was what had happened after he had seen Dean for the last time. He figured an apology would be in order so he decided to start with that. "I'm sorry, for not listening to you when I should have." His gaze searched for Dean's, locking onto the hunter as he drew in a deep breath, readying himself to continue. "Naomi was right, Metatron didn't want to restore Heaven. He tricked me and I was the last ingredient for the spell. The gates of Heaven closed after he had taken my grace and cast me back to earth." Surely both the Winchesters had witnessed the major meteor shower that rained down upon this planet. It had been all over the news, Cas had seen it on the televisions in the stores. A month after the event people were still puzzled as to what had caused it. All in all, it had been a magnificent sight, at least that was how it had been described. If only humanity knew what it really was. And how tragic all of it had been. It was perfect <3 || tag: Dean Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 7, 2013 13:33:13 GMT -5
Heaven sent the Hunter As Cas wandered off to the shower, Dean shook his head and returned to his breakfast. He'd polished it off, cleaned up and paced about before finally settling in a chair to continue picking through the paper. About a half hour had managed to drag by and Dean was just about to get up and see if the angel had managed to drown himself back there when the angel finally toddled back out.
"About time," Dean grouched, setting the paper aside with some relief. He was just about to start giving Cas the third degree when the angel started out with his own apology. It was enough to keep Dean's lips zipped, if only because pulling an apology from Cas generally took a lot more than this. Which pretty much confirmed he'd had a role in the Expulsion, and Cas did confess it. Dean had just begun to shake his head when something hit him.
"Your grace?" He repeated, voice harsh. "He took your grace?" Without his mojo, Cas was a major walking target. "You mean to tell me you've been human all this time and you didn't think to pick up a phone and call me?" Alright, so maybe attacking the guy when he was already facing a shit deal wasn't fair, but Dean honestly couldn't have cared less. All the angels falling from Heaven already had bones to pick with Cas, and with this on top of it all, there wasn't a doubt in Dean's mind that Cas was being hunted. Top that off with Lucifer and Michael being back on the game board, and having a wingless angel wandering about with a target on his back wasn't exactly reassuring. Not to mention it also meant one of their strongest allies in this was now a squishy baby, which was a major pain in the ass.
Rubbing his face in his hands, Dean pulled himself back a bit, needing to focus in on this because now it was just another problem to add to the pile. "What's done is done," That was a remnant of Hell's second tier that Dean honestly found to be a good philosophy to carry forward. The ability to simply let something go and push past it was probably the healthiest skill set in his mental health toolbox in the wake of another goddamn apocalypse. "Sit down Cas," Dean stated, his tone dry and weary, "Time to fill you in on what you've missed."
Dean waited until Cas had complied, before starting in on the easy part. "Six months ago, I got myself killed," Yeah, this was the easy bit. "Ended up in Hell. Go figure. Anyway, they ran me through the Maze," Dean didn't bother explaining that. Either Cas already knew full well, or he didn't; Dean wasn't about to go into details on it. "I got pulled out by a white eye, dusted off, spit shined, and popped back topside like no time had passed." Just like with Sam, Dean failed to name a name there. "Anyway, he's been my ear to the ground on the supernatural front lately. Ever since Metatron dumped all the angels on Earth, Heaven's been closed for business. No souls are making it up there, and with Hell undergoing management issues again, people aren't going downstairs as well. The demon says everything is getting dumped in the Fields of Abaddon for now - I'm assuming you know what that is," Dean added rather dryly, before shaking his head again and leaning back in his chair.
"As if that's not bad enough with all your brothers and sisters kicking about down here, it turns out your grace had a side effect." Alright, so pinning it on Cas was mean, but for all his que sera sera shit, he was still pissed. "Metatron's spell expelled all angels to earth Cas. All angels. I'll give you a second." Dean stared at him, stared at the one angel he foolishly trusted again and again, then, "Lucifer and Michael are out of the Cage, Cas. Welcome to the apocalypse from the human point of view." That was probably unnecessary, but Dean was having a hard time curbing himself now. "Hope you're ready to learn how to hunt," Dean added almost snidely; he didn't have time to babysit Cas, but he wasn't about to let him go waddling off into the world unarmed, because however dumb a shit he might be, he was still family.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 14:53:26 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes Once he finished his story Castiel waited for his friend’s reaction. It wasn’t until Dean spoke up that he noticed he had been holding his breath all this time. As subtle as possible he let out a sigh, slowly nodding to confirm his questions. Everything was gone. The time spent on the road, had not been wasted for the former seraph had attempted to find a way to restore it. Metatron kept it in a little vial so if he had it on him, then maybe Cas could steal it back. But how did you get an angel to earth when the gates were closed? The theory was easy, the minute one had to put it into practice, that was when the problems begun. His thoughts vanished upon hearing Dean’s question. As soon as the words dawned on him, that familiar spark returned to his eyes. Of course he had his reasons to stay out of touch, those reasons went back to his basic needs. And a strong urge to keep his goal hidden from the outside world. "I needed the money for food and transport," he then explained. The stories that he had to plan his route every day, how he had to count the money and make sure there was enough spare in case he couldn’t earn anything one day, were left behind. It was something he refused to talk about. "I also have no idea who might be listening. I can’t see their faces, I can’t sense what they are." Suddenly Castiel fell silent. Staring at the wooden table in front of him, he gritted his teeth, not wanting another word to slip past his lips. Already his frustration was showing, a feeling that frequently occurred, a feeling he didn’t want to cope with. So far he had been able to handle the loss of his grace. His journey had kept his mind occupied but now … Now there was nothing to keep him busy. He was useless and he was fully aware of it. When he was ordered to sit down, the former angel did as he was told. Quickly he pulled a chair back and took a seat, his hands resting on the table as he took a couple of deep breaths. Calming down wasn’t much of an issue after that. His interest piqued when it appeared he had missed out on something. His brows knitted together to a frown while he silently listened to Dean’s story. He had to restrain himself from asking how exactly he got himself killed and why he had never told him about this. Once the thought dawned on him that he wasn't exactly eager to share information either, Cas kept these questions to himself. Instead he was grateful for hearing the full story. In silence he listened to the rest of the explanation. At the mention of all angels being expelled, he frowned yet again. Slowly but surely the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together. His eyes widened slightly upon realization. If all angels were expelled, then that meant … Lucifer and Michael are out of the cage, Cas.The last words of Dean's sentence were lost to him. All colour drained from his face. All of their efforts, everything they had been through in the past. It had been for nothing because once again his big brothers were unleashed upon this earth with their main goal to destroy it. "This can't be true," he groaned and lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He truly thought all of that was put behind them once the archangels had disappeared into that dark pit. There was, however, one thing he didn't fully understand. "A white eyed demon pulled you out … Why?" White eyed demons were powerful, hellspawn creatures who claimed loyalty to Lucifer. His lore of old hadn't received the latest update so he could only wonder why someone in Hell would free Dean Winchester, the one who was supposed to function as the vessel of the opponent. This small detail wasn't their biggest problem. Not in the slightest. Souls were being stored where they weren't supposed to be. A new Apocalypse was bound to happen. And angels were roaming earth freely, looking for Castiel since he had to pay for his actions. Perhaps the tablet could provide them with some answers. "Does the angel tablet mention how we can reverse the spell? Does Kevin know anything about this?" If there was a way to close the gates, then there had to be a way to open them again. Right? Dean's last remark caught him off guard though. Several times his lips parted for speech but the once angel was unable to find the right words to voice his thoughts. "Learn me how to hunt?" That was the only thing he could stammer in the end as a part of him truly believed that this was a joke. His desire to become a hunter had disappeared. After his first 'job' Castiel had realized that this wasn't something he was good at. He had been told the same thing as well. Slowly he shook his head, a chuckle falling from his lips. "I can't hunt, you know that."<3 || tag: Dean Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 12, 2013 3:37:52 GMT -5
Heaven sent the Hunter Dean stared at Cas for a long moment, debating whether or not to point out the obvious here. Twenty-five cents wasn’t going to make or break him, point one. Point two, if he’d up and called Dean, he wouldn’t have had to scrounge for cash because he would have had a ride come and pick him up from wherever he landed. The hunter opened his mouth, having just decided to make these two points, when Cas tacked on an addendum that snapped Dean’s mouth shut fast. Again, he debated with himself. Angels knew the Winchesters counted Cas as one of their own, so there would have been nothing strange if they were listening and caught Cas phoning home, as it were. If anything, they might have set up a trap, which could have proven problematic but not so much so that Dean wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
In the end, Dean chose not to say anything. Like the white-eyes said; what was done was done. Wallowing over something that couldn’t be changed was a waste of otherwise valuable time. So he let it slide and let silence reign as Cas pulled his thoughts together in the wake of the information onslaught Dean had just dumped on him. The first words the ex-angel spoke almost had Dean making a smart assed remark before he remembered his own ferocious sense of denial toward all of this and how much of a bitch it was to accept that all their hard work, all the people they had sacrificed, was now for nothing. Instead Dean just bowed his head and waited, letting his own silence and defeated body language speak loud and clear for him that this was no joke or lie.
The question regarding Belial’s actions made Dean shift slightly, a frown crossing his features as he debated how much to say. Castiel, human or not, was part of the angel brigade. Whatever Dean said now had a risk of falling on angelic ears someday, which was something that needed to be considered heavily. He knew things now, things no human had a right to know, and that could alter courses dramatically. Like with being Death, Dean now held a secret understanding of the big picture that wasn’t easily explained and was not meant to be shared.
Still, Castiel had asked. Sam had automatically assumed the worst and hadn’t for a second assumed there was anything other than an ulterior motive. Not that Dean could blame him for that, but still. He owed it to Cas to give him something, simply because he had chosen to ask. So Dean decided to be as honest as he could with a vague answer.
“He said it wasn’t my time yet, when he first pulled me out.” When Dean had been nothing more than a snarling, gnashing, screaming son of the Pit. Incapable of comprehension, of discussion, of anything other than rage, hatred, and violence. “That I was worth more than what I had become.” An infant demon, covered in small scales that were consistently stripped away and forced to grow back, again and again in an endless cycle of the Maze. A bit of truth he still hadn’t fully revealed to Sam, though he’d hinted at it. “He said I was never meant to be there in the first place.”
There was a solid conviction in Dean’s voice with the last one. He’d never be able to explain it, not without giving away cosmic secrets he had no right to share, but he knew Belial had spoken the truth on that. He’d stolen a peak at his file – understanding full well that Belial had probably known he would do so – but there were honest statements there that Dean had been unable to escape. If Belial had wished to manipulate him with that file, none of those remarks would have been there, so bald and bleeding over the mark of his soul. He hadn’t finished it – had barely managed to read what little he did go over – but he knew Belial’s words were true. He had never been destined for the Maze.
“I don’t know why he took a personal interest in me,” Dean confessed, still lost on that one. “I know that without him, I never would have found my humanity again. Or my voice,” So many years of silence, and Bel’s careful coaching to regain the ability to speak still showed now and again, when Dean used silence and body language for his points, or overly succinct statements rather than conversation. “I know that it doesn’t make a lot of sense, and that it’s difficult to trust,” Dean conceded, “But whatever is going on here, I know he is an ally for now. If that changes,” Dean winced, because if that changed, he didn’t want to think about how much it was going to hurt, “We’ll deal with it. Until then, we have bigger things to focus on.”
Despite himself, Dean couldn’t help but be grateful for that fact. It was better than dwelling on the idea of being fooled so utterly, of trusting so dangerously. At the question, Dean shook his head. “Kevin’s working on it, but its taking some time.” Dean tried hard not to sound impatient with Kevin, knowing the guy was translating blind and was picking this all up from scratch, but it was frustrating considering, “So far, it looks irreversible.”
Shaking his head a bit, Dean leaned back, knowing that would be probably an even bigger blow for Cas than it was for him. When the ex-angel pointed out he couldn’t hunt, Dean snorted. Like he’d forget the fiasco of last time any time soon. “Yeah well, we don’t have much of a choice now do we? You’re human now,” He stated bluntly, forcefully, “And that means you don’t have the mojo to back yourself up if you get caught in a jam. I mean it could be worse,” Dean mused, his tone a little unforgiving, “At least you know how to punch a guy.”
Alright, alright, so that was a bit below the belt. Still, it was a solid point – it wasn’t as though Cas was going in blind. The guy did know how to fight. It was just a matter of teaching him some people skills so he could identify who to fight and how best to fight them. Which – if Dean thought about it for too long – was going to be one hell of a long lesson.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 15:19:45 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes Patiently he waited for Dean to answer his question. The once angel wasn't one for pushing information by asking more and more questions. Experience had taught him that silence was a powerful weapon too. If it dominated a conversation long enough, it could easily cause the other person to grow uncomfortable. Soon after the facts were spilled but this wasn't some ordinary person Castiel was talking to. The Winchesters knew, more than anyone else, how to mask their intentions, how to construct a story in such a way that, even though some vital parts were missing, it still felt as a whole. Eventually he would be told everything, all facts would be revealed to him in due time. The only question was if Cas could be that patient. He wasn't exactly known for his restraint and most of the time, his curiosity got the best of him. That problem was soon solved when the hunter started his explanation. When he paused, Castiel leaned back in the chair. Despite the fatigue the male didn't want to go and rest just yet. This was a way to keep himself occupied and a part of him was afraid to go sleep. The things hunting him in his dreams weren't pretty. Perhaps that, after having this conversation, he would be able to put his mind to rest, that he could fall asleep while thinking of other matters than what had happened to him the past few weeks. Focusing on someone else's needs and problems was so much easier. The former seraph couldn't help but raise a brow at the mention of the white eyed demon being an ally. Trusting a hellspawn creature wasn't something he would recommend, hence why he tricked the King of Hell. The only comforting fact about this whole story was that the abomination would be in a lot of trouble if he dared to play some kind of trick on the eldest Winchester. Friends who turned into enemies were no exception to the rule in the supernatural world: they too needed to be destroyed. Castiel had grown aware of this when he appointed himself to be the new god. He still firmly believed that, if he hadn't turned to the brothers for help, they would have found a way to kill him. With a nod of his head the male revealed that he accepted this. There was little he could say to change Dean's mind and Cas decided for himself that he wanted to wait and see how things would turn out to be because after everything that had happened, did he really have a right to tell the hunter what to do? Did he have the right to say what was right and wrong after all the mistakes he had made? No and he had alerted himself that this might come back to haunt him during this conversation. There was no reason for him to leave the door open for such remarks, especially not if he could avoid it. "Sam knows about all this, I presume?" He then asked in an attempt to distract himself. Having an encounter with the youngest Winchester, who wasn't informed of the situation, would end in a disaster, that much Cas already knew. His capability to lie was non-existent so Sam would easily catch onto the fact the former angel knew something that he didn't. The thoughts of a demon as an ally or running into Sam were pushed aside when the subject of the conversation shifted, concentrating on the angel tablet and the possibility of re-opening the gates of Heaven. What little hope Castiel cherished was wiped away within a heartbeat. The expectant look vanished from his features upon hearing the word 'irreversible'. If that had been the outcome so far, then how much longer could they search for an answer? It had taken him a considerable amount of time to reach the bunker and in the meantime the prophet, their only hope, had not been able to find something. Not even the littlest clue that would direct them down the right path. As he realised this he let out a small groan and leaned forward, both his hands running through his dark hair. Lowering his gaze Cas tried to regain composure. After a while, he slowly shook his head. "There must be way to open the gates. There must be ..." The words were muttered, mostly to himself, simply because he couldn't believe that God would leave them like this. He couldn't accept the fact that this was absolute. Permanent. Slowly he lifted his head, looking at Dean. "I'd like to think that I'm capable of a bit more than just ... punching a guy." Vividly he remembered blowing someone's brains out with a gun. The first and only time he had been given a fire-arm and had put it to use. His lack of social skills and knowledge of contemporary weapons posed a problem but at least he shouldn't be taught any new moves. "What do you want to start with?" He then asked, knowing the list was a long one to work on. <3 || tag: Dean Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 26, 2013 15:03:08 GMT -5
Heaven sent the Hunter Dean was quiet for a bit, before stating hesitantly, "Sam knows about as much as you do." That at least was true enough. Like with Sam, Dean had hinted at the truth without actually spelling it out. He'd be damned again before he confessed to his baby brother, or an angel, that he'd become a demon. He knew that would lead nowhere good anytime quick. The last thing he wanted was his own words thrown back in his face; If I didn't know you, I'd want to hunt you. Yeah - best keep that little nugget under wraps.
Noting Castiel's slump, Dean almost felt bad for the guy. Almost. Last time Castiel had messed up, he fell off the radar and wallowed in self pity too long for Dean to handle. He'd be damned again before he enabled any of that bullshit. "If there is, we'll find it," Was all he stated, his tone blunt and short, making it clear that topic of conversation was done. He wasn't going to dwell too long on helping out the angels Cas had dicked over when there were other things to focus on; like the fact Cas was a wingless wonder.
At the angel's comment, Dean raised a brow. "Yeah, maybe." Cas was a mean hand with an angel blade, and it didn't take him long to figure out a gun. In the weapons and ass kicking department, there wasn't a lot of training to do. Before he was the fallen mess he was now, Cas had been a warrior of God himself so, Dean figured in that area at least, they wouldn't need much focus.
"People skills." Because Dean had enough of those himself to be teaching them to somebody else. "Subtlety and lying should be a good place to start." Not to mention the hardest. Cas was about as subtle as a knife to the groin and as capable a liar as a puppy with attention deficit disorder. "We may need Sam for this," Dean mused mildly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 15:00:15 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes "Lying?" Castiel echoed the question, giving the hunter a incredulous look. Despite the effort he put in lying, there was always something that gave it away. His eyes, his awkward stance, there were various little things that revealed how uncomfortable he felt. His brethren might have been good at lying, at deceiving others but it simply wasn't in his nature, because it was wrong. He had been taught that one doesn't lie, nor had he ever been forced to do such a thing. Life was complicated enough, did he really need to add to that by telling lies? The answer was yes. How else was he going to survive in this world? His abilities would no longer save him when Castiel found himself in a sticky situation. He couldn't flee when he was injured for his wings would not take him anywhere. The thoughts were depressing, the idea to just give up on everything appealing. The latter wasn't an option though, not to him. Powerless or not, the former angel did not give up. Much like lying, it wasn't in his nature. He had let the brothers down once by being a pacifist, he wouldn't do this again. There was too much he needed to make up for, too many people depended on his help. His aid might be crippled, some still needed it and he was determined to aid others whenever necessary. Clearing his throat Cas pushed the thoughts aside. "How do you teach someone to lie?" Once more he voiced a question, sincerely wondering just how one was taught to lie. How did Dean learn it? Bright blue eyes slowly moved over to the eldest Winchester, curiosity written within the the hues. Castiel, however, didn't ask anything of that nature. Instead he just tilted his head, "Is Sam a better liar?" Why else would he be needed to help the former angel with lying and being subtle? Sorry it's so short || tag: Dean Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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