CASTIEL
Angel
Posts: 39
Played by:
Noelle
can you hear the breaking? it's the holiest part.
Last seen Apr 26, 2024 21:53:04 GMT
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Post by CASTIEL on Sept 2, 2023 17:29:40 GMT
━ if there's one thing that gods love, it's tragedy ━ Castiel frowned as he listened to the bartender tell him, for the umpteenth time, that he had no idea who Dean Winchester was. "He frequents this place quite a lot. He's what you might call a severe alcoholic. He has green eyes━" Castiel was soon interrupted by the bartender who quite eloquently told him to shut up and go away since he was holding him back from his job. Castiel released a frustrated sigh before he stood up, moving to exit the Grill altogether, the door shutting behind him as he moved down the street. He had no idea what to do, but for a moment there as he stood still, he momentarily thought about someone who might know what to do. Someone who might remember Dean just like Castiel does.
Castiel tried to ask so many people but it all came back the same. They had absolutely no idea who Castiel was referring to, which was only even more confusing because how could everyone forget about him? It was like he never even existed in the first place. It could be a curse, from a vengeful witch because the Winchesters have so many enemies but he has never seen a well-executed curse like this before. He'd sense it if it was witch craft, or find proof, but upon searching the motel room where the brothers stayed, he couldn't find anything that might give away the fact that he was hexed.
Which left Castiel wondering what it could be if not a witch's vengeance. He soon started walking when he decided to go through with the plan that momentarily crossed his mind. Was he bound to regret it? Yes. He had no doubt in his mind about that, but he was running out of options and so, he made his way into the woods where he began summoning Crowley. Once the summoning ritual was done, he stepped back and waited, his hands buried inside the pockets of his coat.
CROWLEY
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CROWLEY
Demon
Posts: 74
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 21, 2024 19:57:17 GMT
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Post by CROWLEY on Sept 27, 2023 18:36:54 GMT
”He’s g-gone.” He’d heard it when Bernard had said it the first time and didn’t like it any better the second. Crowley slid forward slowly on his throne, almost teetering on the edge of it to glare at one of the few demons he still had left from just six inches away now. ”I’m. Not. Deaf.” The words were bitten out between gritted teeth, the demon before him twitching with every one. ”Gone where?”
”W-with them.” Bernard flapped a hand back in the direction of the entrance to their little hovel. The heavy wood and metal doors were bolted again, not that they’d do much if Lucifer and his little pet dog came calling. Nothing had scurried through them behind Bernard, but something had the little weasel rattled.
Crowley’s brows rose. He didn’t even have the energy to ask who. If this story was gonna spill out two words at a time, then Bernard was gonna have to put up with visual prompts. He lifted a hand and crooked his fingers. This was a town full of stories and dangers and so far the only one that had rattled him was Lucifer. There was no doubt he’d end up back in the cage at some point, but until it happened, he was staying smart and keeping his head down. If only his demons had done the same.
Trevor was gone. In fits and starts Bernard got the story out. Trevor had been lurking around the town square as midnight had swung around, waiting to see what came scurrying out after all the good little boys and girls of Mystic Falls had gone to bed. The opposition had been keeping their heads down of late, a demon cold war creeping in where neither side seemed to want to act first. If it’d a demon who’d come creeping out Trevor would’ve scurried away, just like he’d been ordered to, but whatever it was he’d seen had snatched Trevor up before he could run. The only signs of what it was had been the storm crackling overhead and the sound of hoofbeats and spurs.
Anywhere else, anything else and he might’ve called bullshit, but this was Mystic Falls and to him it sounded like the wild hunt had come calling. Would they be Mystic Falls’ thirteenth reason? His maybe.
Grumbling under his breath, Crowley dragged a hand down his face. The Ghostriders didn’t mess about, if someone didn’t chase them off then soon there wouldn’t be anybody left around here, demon, angel or human.
”Should we look for him?” Five words. A sodding miracle.
”Don’t you move,” Crowley grunted. ”Get everyone to stay close to home and don’t go tellin’ anyone else what happened.” He’d have a sodding stampede on his hands.
Nodding like one of those bobble headed dogs, Bernard scurried out and guaranteed the boss would be alone to feel that tug in his chest. A summoning.
Crowley resisted, scowling into the middle distance as though he could figure out who was trying to tug his cord from intuition alone. Lucifer wouldn’t have gone with the obvious, neither would his golden eyed boy. One of the Winchesters … maybe, especially if Dean was caving finally coming around. The angel wouldn’t have even made the top five.
”Budgie,” Crowley crooned as he allowed the tug to draw him … outdoors, why was it always out in the sodding woods? Ugh. He shifted his weight, easing a step away to find some drier ground on a mat of fallen leaves. ”You coulda text, you know? A little love letter every now and then does a heart wonders. I have got one, if that’s what you were checkin’ on.” Still had one would’ve been more like it. It was a little battered these days and didn’t manage much more than a flutter in that barrel chest, but he hadn’t bumped his meat suit off entirely yet. ”What’s got your budgie smugglers all in a twist now?”
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CASTIEL
Angel
Posts: 39
Played by:
Noelle
can you hear the breaking? it's the holiest part.
Last seen Apr 26, 2024 21:53:04 GMT
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Post by CASTIEL on Sept 29, 2023 18:30:07 GMT
━ if there's one thing that gods love, it's tragedy ━ Blue eyes met Crowley's own when the summoning worked and soon enough, he was looking at none other than the demon. His frown soon etched itself onto his features at what Crowley called him. "I'm not your budgie." Castiel commented even though he knew it was far from important or relevant. His frown, which seemed to be a permanent feature nowadays, remained on his face but then it deepened for a moment though it was not an angry one, this time there was a hint of confusion on his face. "I don't have a phone." Castiel said matter-of-factly as though the mere thought was ridiculous, but it would definitely make a lot of things easier, wouldn't it? "Do you, now?" Castiel asked as if he was doubting Crowley's comment about him still having a heart.
Crowley's next comment reminded him of the reason why he had summoned Crowley in the first place. "Right..." Castiel looked down for a moment, giving himself a chance to gather his thoughts, wondering where would be a good place to start. A part of him didn't want to ask for he was worried that he was the only one who could remember Dean. He prepared himself for the inevitable confusion and finally looked at the demon before him. "Do you know who Dean Winchester is?" Castiel asked, taking a small step forward, his hands resting inside the pockets of his coat still.
"Something is very wrong. Nobody seems to remember him. It's like he never even existed in the first place. I don't━" Castiel trailed off, his frown digging deeper into his features, the edges of his lips tugging down a little bit. "I don't understand how that's possible, but for some reason, I remember him." Castiel remembers everything and he's finding it near impossible to move on like everyone else. "Even if I'm the only person who remembers him, I still will look for him. I'll turn the world upside down if I must. But, I am asking you because I don't think that I'm able to do it alone. Do you remember him?"
CROWLEY
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CROWLEY
Demon
Posts: 74
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 21, 2024 19:57:17 GMT
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Post by CROWLEY on Nov 12, 2023 20:05:57 GMT
”Denying it, don’t make it so. You’ll always be my budgie,” Crowley crooned, ignoring the frown that cut through the angel’s expression. A single pet name could pucker them up tight enough it was a wonder they could walk – or fly. He’d thought that all that time with the Winchesters had loosened him up, but Castiel seemed to have ended up at Sphincter level 1000. He’d have said it was because news of their current little problem had reached him, but the angel wouldn’t have given a fig about another dead demon. More likely than not he’d have celebrated it, another one of their lot off his hands. Woot.
Ooop. There you go, levelling up on the pucker factor. Crowley sighed and dragged a hand over his face. He muttered almost inaudibly into the cup of his palm. No phone. No sense. No explanation as to why he’d dragged him here yet. It was endless with their sort, honestly. ”I know they’re probably far too new for you to have a soddin’ idea about them, but there are things called pay phones too. Not many these days, granted, but drop a dime in one … or better yet borrow a phone. It’s not rocket science.” Not for a human or demon at least.
Dealing with the Ghostriders was enough of a pain in his backside, he didn’t need this on top of it. Sighing, he tapped a hand against his chest, like he was proving it didn’t sound hollow when he did it. ”You wound me, honestly.” And bugged him, pulling him things that weren’t his problem, when just crawling back under his rock would keep him out of reach of all of that – and Lucifer too if he was lucky.
”Get on with it,” he puffed as Castiel seemed to be pause again. ”Some of us have things to crack on with, even if you haven’t.” Crowley buried his hands in the pockets of his coats, bouncing likely on the toes of his boots. If the angel didn’t spit it out he was leaving, the Winchesters be damned.
As he finally got around to it, Crowley’s eyes shot down to narrow slits. Automatically he was pursing his lips and shaking his head. ”Dunno who you’re yappin’ about,” he muttered. ”Stop playin’ silly buggers.” And stop putting the fear of them horse riding arseholes in him. He was paranoid after Bernard’s little story and he could do without another reason to be watching over his should every two seconds.
Bollocks. Unlike that fool Singer, he didn’t let every expletive fall out of his mouth. ”Well, you count me amongst ‘em. Dunno who you’re on about.” The ruse lasted all of a minute before he was cursing again, this time out loud. ”You don’t have to turn the world upside down, doin’ that’s not gonna find him. Not if they’ve already got him. You didn’t notice any funny in town? Hoofbeats, weirdos in cowboy boots … a lot more people than usual goin’ missin’ round here?” Of course the angel hadn’t, not until his bestie had gotten swept up with the rest of them. Forget the rest of the world, things only started to matter when the Winchesters got themselves involved.
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