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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 22:25:58 GMT -5
Sam had a migraine that just wouldn't quit. It had been with him for six days, beginning as a headache in the wake of the first flashes of memories from the Cage and intensifying with each new sudden and jarring flash. They came at all times of the day and night--sleeping didn't keep them from coming, only turned them into nightmares--and there was no rhyme or reason to it. The only consistency to any of it was that they never lasted. A couple of days in, Sam had started to feel that if he could ride one all the way through, see an entire scene, that he could start to make some sense of it. But it was like he was seeing the memories through spidery cracks in a wall, and he could only catch glimpses of what was going on. Sam Winchester was listening at the keyhole of Lucifer's Cage, and he wasn't in control of what he was seeing.
As it was, he felt like a radio tower receiving a few dozen signals at once. It was all noise in his head. Once the radio in the Impala had gotten stuck on 82.1 and Dean had insisted on keeping it on all day for the occasional strains of radio they happened to pick up. The other ninety nine percent of the time, it was white noise. It had given Sam a massive headache. Now overloaded with his own memories, the effect was pretty much the same. He couldn't focus on much of anything, light and sound and hell, just thinking made it worse, and he couldn't get more than an hour or so's sleep without waking in a fit from a new flash from Hell.
He'd kept it quiet since returning to the bunker. There was no way Dean didn't know something was up, but Sam was avoiding him like the plague so he'd yet to have to deal with that. Though he was sure Dean would explode sooner or later--or worse, pull some infuriating, not to mention stupid, trick to force Sam into explaining. Sam drank a Red Bull as he waited under the awning out of the constant stream of rain soaking the ground and everything it could reach. It was cold, but Sam was preoccupied with his thoughts until someone came around the corner.
It was Raum.
He hadn't known the name a moment before, but seeing him there in that trench coat and tie, he was hit with the force of who the demon was. Head Torturer in the Cage. His black eyes glared at Sam and Sam jerked back, hitting the bricks behind him with a look of shock and fear.
Wait--no--
Castiel.
Where Raum had stood, there stood Castiel, in his familiar Monday-at-the-office getup. "Cas," he panted, straightening and eyeing him with confusion. Don't look crazy, Sam, he chided himself. Flipping his hair from his face, he straightened both his jacket and his expression. "You came. Thanks."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 6:10:41 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes October was a much colder month than Castiel could initially remember. It was only the start of the month, it seemed as if the change from summer to autumn had only taken place yesterday. Of course, none of this dawned upon the male when he left the bunker. He knew it might be a bad idea to venture out on his own once more but he was in desperate need of some fresh air. The bunker was spacious, the perfect hideout but for a creature, now turned human, who was once a nomad, it was quite hard to sit on a chair and go through books every hour of the day. The warrior everyone had known was still there and that part of him was restless, if not annoyed with the fact that he was unable to do anything. He moved swifter with his grace, he was capable of a lot more when he still possessed it but ... times had changed and he needed to adjust. This was something he had done in the past as well so how hard could it be this time? And then rain started to pour from the heavens. Slowly at first, drop after drop. Cas could hear how they landed on the leaves, how the speed started to pick up as more of them came falling down. Instead of rushing back to the bunker, the once angel came to a standstill and let out an annoyed sigh. Immediately his breath frosted in the air, revealing just how cold it was. If he didn't hurry back then he would get soaking wet. The thought of wet clothes clinging to his body made him shiver. That and the prospect of getting sick, because that was what happened if you didn't take care of yourself. Pulling his coat up and over his head a little bit, Castiel rushed back to the bunker. He had gotten farther than he originally thought. His hurried footsteps brought him closer to the entrance of the building though, quite fast as well. But when he rounded the corner and his gaze fell upon what seemed to be a disoriented Sam Winchester, he stopped in his tracks and watched the hunter. The trench coat was moved back into place, recalling that the two of them needed to sit down for a conversation but he failed to remember that this needed to happen outside. Now completely exposed to the rain, and uncaring about that little fact, his blue hues were trained on the youngest Winchester. "Of course I did," he responded with a soft and low voice, one that easily gave away he had picked up on something. But as usual Castiel couldn't say what exactly that was. Carefully the former seraph ventured closer, still eyeing the man before him with care. A part of him feared that something might go wrong any minute now. What exactly was unknown to him but he figured this situation required a different approach. "Is everything alright?"Sorry this took me so long! || tag: Sam Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 11:05:02 GMT -5
Sam had always liked Castiel. Well, when he wasn't trying to be God. But mostly, Cas was alright by him. He'd been there for Dean and himself more than anyone else except for Bobby. He'd always been there for Dean when Sam couldn't, or wasn't. It was no secret that he was closer to Dean, but Sam knew that he could go to Cas when he needed him. So as he watched the fallen angel round the corner, he felt a rush of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could figure this out.
"Is everything alright?"
"No," Sam said for a start, fishing in his pockets for a set of keys. Behind him against the abandoned warehouse was a set of stairs leading down to a rusted basement door, and Sam turned and stepped down them. Only once he had ushered Castiel inside did he continue. "I'm remembering the Cage."
The small room was lined with drafting tables, remnants of whatever use the warehouse had played seemingly decades before. Dust and debris was everywhere, but Sam had cleared off one table and covered it with research and his own hand-scrawled notes. This is where he led Castiel now. "But not just the Cage. I'm remembering things I can't possibly be remembering." His voice took on a desperate note as he sat on a stool and looked up at Castiel. "I remember the creation. As in, Genesis 1, 'in the beginning', creation of the Earth. And more--I remember Lucifer's fall. I don't mean, I was told about it. I saw it. I can see his wings burning, Michael's sword..." Sam's black-ringed, tired eyes cast themselves around the cramped room with an air of confusion. But he had one more detail to impart. "I saw your creation. You came out of white light, your wings were covered in dew, like...well, a baby bird, kind of. Your eyes glowed. I shouldn't even be able to see that form, right? How can I see these things, Cas? I'm going crazy."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 6:50:26 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes The answer to his question was quite unsettling to say the least. Especially since Castiel never expected either of the Winchesters to be so straight-forward. In any other situation something along the lines of 'Yeah, everything is fine', sometimes followed by a shrug and that was the end of it. The former seraph could always tell something was wrong, either physically or mentally, but there was this unwritten rule that one did not ask about it. One had to live with the replies given and there was no room for discussion. Upon hearing Sam's brief 'no', his eyes widened in surprise. Once more his gaze scanned the male before him, watching the hunter's movements as he flew down the set of stairs and opened the door. Cas didn't hesitate long before he followed his friend and entered the building after him. Blue hues wandered through the space the pair found itself in, in the meantime listening to what Sam was telling him. As soon as the words dawned on him, he looked away from the interior, gaze falling upon the other male. Confusion was written all over Castiel's features, knowing it was next to impossible for the youngest Winchester to remember anything after he had taken on the memories. Everything that had happened, the hallucinations of Lucifer, one could practically state they were in Cas' possession. Suppressed of course, but they were there. And they didn't resurface. There were other nightmares following him around these days and someone else's memories of the cage, couldn't push them aside. So how was all of this possible? What had happened ever since the gates of Heaven closed? How much did he miss out on while he was trying to make his way back to the bunker? Too many questions to process at once, none of which he had an answer to. Pulling his brows together to a frown, Cas averted his gaze, his confusion growing as time passed by. Sam elaborated more on the matter in an attempt to make him understand. At the mention of Lucifer's fall and Michael's sword, he looked up again. He himself had been there at the time, when Heaven started to fall apart and his big brother was cast to the pits of Hell to rot away in a cage. This was something only angels were aware of. No one else but the celestial beings and God had been witness of this. Not a soul in Heaven was aware of the drama that had been going on behind the scenes. And yet there was Sam Winchester, who could remember it all. And more. The story continued as he carried on, explaining Castiel's creation. This was something the angel of Thursday could barely remember himself. "This is ... impossible," he then muttered, clearly puzzled. How could this have happened? Sam wasn't lying, that was for sure. The hunter didn't lie and the story was too accurate to be made up. The once angel then pulled himself together and directed his attention towards Sam. "These memories can't be your own, not the original ones from the cage. I took them from you." Stating the obvious was a habit of Castiel, but soon after he continued. "You can't have gone back to the cage ... Something must have happened while I was away. Dean told me Lucifer is back ..." The words were muttered as he kept his next thought to himself: could there be a link between the two? Sorry this took me so long! || tag: Sam Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 22:42:47 GMT -5
"This is...impossible."
After unloading the breadth of his mental problems, Sam had waited for Castiel's reply, hoping for some heavenly knowledge that would make all of it make sense. But the perplexity with which Castiel spoke threatened to deflate Sam's confident hopes that he would be able to help. "I know it sounds crazy," he uttered helplessly, almost apologetically, for throwing Cas for such a loop.
Something must have happened while I was away. Dean told me Lucifer is back ..."
Sam's lips pressed together as he threw a glance across the room -- as close as a Winchester got to rolling his eyes. But the face said it all, as did the little scoff that went with it. "He told you that, huh. Yeah. Did he tell you Lucifer was possessing me, and that Dean knew about it all along?"
The sour tone to Sam's voice made it clear that he had far from forgiven his brother for the breach of trust. He found himself wondering what Dean had confided in Cas. Usually it was just the two of them, with no one to vent to when one was pissed at the other. They'd had Bobby, but he'd usually told them to 'quit belly-achin' and that 'family trumped feelings'. Did Dean complain to Cas?
"He's back, and he thinks I'm going to say yes to him again. He was sure of it." Sam's voice quieted as he zoned out on a spot across the room. "He was sure of it last time, too. And he was right." Shaking himself from his short reverie, Sam focused on his trench-coated friend. "They can't be my memories, but they could be Lucifer's. He was there for all of those things. It's the only explanation. Being in there, in the Cage, with him...either his memories rubbed off on me, or...or he showed them to me willingly." Sam frowned at his research as he thought through this new hunch. "I keep getting this feeling, too. Not a memory, exactly. But a feeling from the Cage. Fear, and pain. But also, this intense caring. Like I was being protected from something."
With a sigh, Sam sunk onto the lone stool in the basement room. He ran a hand over his tired eyes and through his neglected hair. "And it's giving me such a headache. I feel like my head's going to explode, like there's not room for all the crap I'm seeing."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 10:24:49 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes Once the initial shock had worn off, the former seraph cleared his mind and attempted to go through all their options. Not that there were a lot of them. The whole situation puzzled Castiel for he could not think of a valid reason why the memories would have returned. The changes made within the youngest Winchester's mind were permanent. They could not be undone, which meant that they were unable to return to him. Unless he had gone through the same or a similar situation. All of this left the male wondering: what else had happened? There was Dean with his sudden confession that he had died a few months back, only to be brought back to the world of the living by a demon because 'it wasn't his time yet'. A slightly grim look crossed Cas' features. He still doubted the truthfulness of those words but if the hunter trusted him, then who was he to question that? After the mistakes he had made, after the betrayal, Castiel didn't have a leg to stand on to have a serious debate about this. When Sam's voice reached him, the once angel snapped back to reality. As the words dawned on him, his eyes widened slightly. "No, he failed to mention that." The words were muttered as he recalled the conversation, pulling up the information he had been given when he and Dean were alone at the bunker. It had been quite a lot to process for him after his arrival but most of it had managed to stick with him. Somehow. He had gotten everything, or almost everything, he had wanted to know on this demon that pulled the eldest Winchester from Hell. There was a mention of his brother, but nothing like this. Lucifer was walking the earth yet again but the fact that he was possessing Sam? No. That had been kept from him. Was there more he didn't know of? Shaking his head slightly, Cas tried to rid himself of the troubling thoughts. "If Lucifer thinks you will say yes to him, then he's mistaking." The tone of his voice was determined, not wanting to have any of it. Ancient prophecy or not, Castiel didn't want to see it fulfilled. They had been able to stop it once, so what was different now? The only question was how many more lives they could sacrifice before it started to weigh down in such an extent that not a single member of Team Free Will was able to cope with it. But back to what really mattered: the memories. Or something close to that. Brows knitted together to a frown as Cas listened attentively to what Sam had to say. Once his friend was finished, he slowly shook his head. "I think Lucifer is capable of keeping his memories with him. I don't think he wants anyone to see his own memories ... unless it serves a purpose." Bright blue hues were locked on the male before him, silently wondering what this purpose might be. "If these images are so vivid, then maybe we should consider the fact that he showed them to you." The former seraph wasn't exactly sure whether this sounded ridiculous or extremely cunning but it was the only plausible lead they had so far. It was something to hold on to. For now. "Why would he show them though? What would he want you to do with them? Was he protecting you from Michael?"A sigh slipped past his lips, unable to hold it back as he averted his gaze. The fact that this was causing physical trouble didn't surprise Castiel at all. He had seen how Sam's condition had worsened the last time he experienced memories from the cage. "What did you do to shake those images last time?" He feared it might not be of use, not if they were the source of these major headaches but the only other thing that could help the hunter, was an angel. And they didn't exactly have a list to choose from. Welp~ || tag: Sam Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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