CASTIEL
Angel
Posts: 42
Played by:
Noelle
can you hear the breaking? it's the holiest part.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 19:48:54 GMT
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Post by CASTIEL on Jan 6, 2023 22:48:46 GMT
 ━ if there's one thing that gods love, it's tragedy ━
He stood outside of their motel room, one hand lifting to knock on the door but he hesitated for a moment. He lowered his hand and instead listened intently, hoping to catch any sound inside to indicate that they are home, but he heard nothing. So, with whatever strength he had left in his body, he used his wings to teleport him inside of the motel room, his hand immediately pressing against the wall to keep himself upright. He navigated through the darkness with ease and settled on one of the chairs that creaked under his weight. He leaned back with a groan falling from his lips, one hand pressed against the wound on his left side, his body trying to heal on its own but he knew that he needed time and now that he was home he knew he was safe.
Oh.
Home, huh?
It didn't feel like home yet because of how empty it was, but now he knows why he'd chosen to come here. There was a part of him that was worried he might lose that today. He should've tried harder, he should've reached out sooner, he should have done so many things... But it was too late for regrets and he knew that if he started regretted his actions, he will end up drowning. So, he took a deep breath and leaned his head back with his eyes slowly closing on their own. He allowed his body the chance to relax and heal at its own pace. There was a part of him that hoped that the Winchesters will stay out for a little while longer because he didn't wish for them to see him like this. He hated being an inconvenience, especially to them. But he can't guarantee that they won't walk in at any moment, so he prepared himself for the worst case scenario, just in case.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
Status:
Single
Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Mar 1, 2023 15:32:55 GMT
![]()  ━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
DEAN groans as he rolls over in his bed the next morning. He’s thankful he kicked out the girl whose name he can’t even remember before anything transpired. He came home feeling absolutely disgusting, leaving the woman to sit in the living room while he showered. The hot water and steam from the shower helped him come to his senses, ultimately deciding to call the woman an Uber and send her home. He just couldn’t be bothered to entertain another human being at that moment and thankfully she hadn’t caused a scene when he told her to leave. He wanted nothing more to crash, he was just plain ole exhausted. And that is exactly what he’d done the second his head hit the pillow.
He stumbled out of bed in the rundown motel room and sat down on the couch as he ran his hands through his hair. He sees he left his phone on the coffee table, groaning when he realizes he didn’t plug it in last night. He snatches it from its place and plugs it into the charger he kept in the kitchen. He’s brewed himself some coffee when he hears his phone vibrate. It vibrates again. And again. And again. It keeps going and Dean swears it's going to vibrate right off the counter top. He picks it up to see what is causing all the commotion. He glances at the notifications and sees it’s nothing as serious as he was thinkin’ it would be. Setting his phone down he finishes brewing the coffee and pours himself a cup, sighing as he takes a gulp of it. God he needed several gallons of this to get through today.
One second he was enjoying a cup of coffee in the middle of the dark (like any sane person) and the next he heard what sounded like wings flapping and then Cas was hunched over in the middle of the room. Dean dropped the mug he was holding, causing it to shatter to the ground as he held his hand over his heart, trying to steady himself from the heart attack Cas had just given him from his abrupt entrance. ”Jesus…” He exclaimed breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath. Dean flicked on the light and there was Cas, one hand pressed against the wall to keep himself upright before sinking back into one of the chairs. Dean noted his bloodied hand that was pressed against his left side, “Cas, what the hell happened to you?” He asked as he slowly approached, making himself known. It seemed Cas hadn’t known he was there because he appeared as if he wasn’t expecting anyone to be home.
Surprise.
It had been radio silence from Cas for a while now. Any and all prayer he sent up the angel had come back empty. Dean didn’t understand why he’d been so distant with him and Sam, but he had, and he couldn’t say it didn’t piss him off. After everything they've been through, Cas couldn’t even bother to pick up the phone. What a load of bullshit. Cas knew he could ask them for anything, anything at all. And yet the angel hadn’t thought to ask, or even bother answering any of his messages. It didn’t make a lick of sense. They were family, had been through so damn much together, and he couldn’t make any effort? RIdiculous. He better have one hell of an apology lined up, that’s all he knew.
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CASTIEL
Angel
Posts: 42
Played by:
Noelle
can you hear the breaking? it's the holiest part.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 19:48:54 GMT
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Post by CASTIEL on Sept 2, 2023 18:48:08 GMT
━ if there's one thing that gods love, it's tragedy ━ The last thing Castiel expected was for him to see Dean here, but then again, he should have known that his plan would turn foul just because his plans rarely ever worked in his favor, so why would it start now? Castiel pressed his hand against the wound to slow down the bleeding and when he heard Dean's voice, he froze, blue eyes shifting up to meet Dean's because he sighed under his breath. It was already too late for him to disappear from sight and he'd rather not piss off the older Winchester more than he already had with his radio silence. "Dean." Castiel replied gravelly, his hand still pressed against the wound.
"It looks worse than it is. I’ll heal soon." Castiel explained as if that would make it any better but he already knew that nothing he could say would make it any better. He knew that it won't be long before the wound heals altogether and all that would be left behind would be the blood and the rip in his shirt. He leaned his head back with a wince leaving his lips before he finally managed to push himself up, the bleeding was a lot slower than it used to be, so that was a good thing, at least. “My apologies. I━I didn’t know where else to go.” Castiel felt like he had no right to show his face after disappearing like that and despite knowing the older Winchester quite well and how hard it was to earn his forgiveness after screwing up, he hoped that he would learn to forgive him at one point.
“Dean, I–” Whatever he wanted to say was momentarily interrupted by him nearly losing his balance when he attempted to take a small step forward and closer to Dean. He paused so he could regain his footing, his strength returning to him in waves now that the wound was almost gone. “I’m sorry.” He had a feeling he already knew what Dean was going to say to his apology. Possibly something to describe where he should put that apology, but he wanted to, at least, try and he did sound like he meant it because unlike most of the times he’d ghosted the Winchesters, it was different this time around. “Uhm. How have you been?” It wasn’t a question to pass the time or to fill in the dead air. He was genuinely curious as to how Dean was doing and if Sam was here, he’d ask the same question to him, too. But right now, he wanted to put his focus on Dean, fully prepared to be told to get out any time soon for, once again, putting Dean in countless difficult situations by not answering his prayers.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
Status:
Single
Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 5, 2024 15:49:52 GMT
![]() ━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
IT was apparent that Cas hadn’t expected him to be here in the motel room, that much was obvious from the way he entered. Dean wanted to know where the hell Cas had been and why he hadn’t so much as bothered to call or send a text or any kind of update really. It wasn’t like Cas to go radio silent on him and he wanted answers. But his concern at the moment was the gaping wound on his stomach where his hand was currently pressed against. ‘It looks worse than it is. I’ll heal soon.’ As if that made things any better. Dean knew he would heal, he was an angel after all. But what had happened that caused it? He wouldn’t lie, he looked rough. His face was pale and he was wincing in pain. Something had happened to give him that kinda wound. Something powerful considering Cas was an angel, which worried him. Was there something else in town he needed to be on guard about? There was quite literally enough as it was in Mystic Falls, which had become some sorta beacon for the supernatural. He didn’t need anything else new popping up and wrecking havoc. But knowing this town, it was likely.
“Cas, what the hell happened?” He asked as his eyes followed the angel as he managed to push himself upright. “And don’t give me a bullshit answer, tell me what happened to you. Who or what caused that?” He asked, pointing to the wound on his stomach which he sure was healed up by now, at least he hoped it was. ’My apologies. I━I didn’t know where else to go.’ Dean signed heavily at the angel’s words. “You know you’re always welcome here, Cas. You’re family.” And while he was still incredibly pissed at him for the up and disappearing like he had for so long, he wasn't going to ban him from coming here in times of need. Cas was family. He screwed up, but he was still family at the end of the day. The two of them had been through so much together that he wasn’t gonna push the angel away, but he still deserved an explanation as to where the hell he’d been. Dean was angry, yes, but he had also been worried as hell.
As Cas began to talk, he started to walk over to him but he lost his balance when he stepped closer and Dean instinctively reached out, ready to catch him if he did in fact fall over, but he quickly regained his footing. ‘I’m sorry,’ he told him as he stood up straight. “Sit down, Cas.” He told the angel, motioning towards the chair behind him after a few brief moments of silence between the two of them. Dean wasn’t gonna lie, he knew where he wanted to shove that apology of his. He’d been so pissed at Cas for being MIA, especially with what had been going on here lately, and with Sam… He needed the angel and he had prayed and prayed and prayed and nothing from the angel. Not one peep. It was beyond infuriating.
‘Uhm. How have you been?’ Dean audibly scoffed at the question, he couldn’t help it. “I’ve been better, Cas.” He replied bitterly as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped off the cap before taking a long swig out of it. This conversation called for a beer or two. “I don’t wanna talk about how I’ve been Cas, I wanna know where the hell you’ve been. And what the hell happened to you to give you that wound.” He wanted some damn answers, not a therapy session. Time and time again he’d asked for Cas’s help and when he didn’t get it he had to get himself out of some pretty difficult situations, he’d done so of course, but still it would’ve been nice to have the angels’s help.
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CASTIEL
Angel
Posts: 42
Played by:
Noelle
can you hear the breaking? it's the holiest part.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 19:48:54 GMT
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Post by CASTIEL on Jan 22, 2024 4:55:01 GMT
━ if there's one thing that gods love, it's tragedy ━ To say that Dean wanted answers would be an understatement. He didn't blame him, either. Castiel often had a habit of disappearing but each time, he'd done it for the Winchesters' own good because keeping them from the truth was the only option to be able to protect them from harm's way and with Raziel being a threat was no exception. They were capable of protecting themselves, he knew that but there was still that part of him that wished to protect them because the consequences of losing them were too dire for him to handle and he would much rather not find out just how much it would hurt to lose them or see them hurt, so if it meant that he had to shoulder the pain alone, then so be it. He was fine with that. But seeing Dean this angry was one of the downsides of him taking this road all on his own. He never meant to bail, to make Dean desperate. He'd heard his prayers and each time, he was compelled to go to him because when did Castiel ever choose Heaven over Dean? The answer would be never. He'd always picked the older Winchester over heaven, but this time... He chose to stay because what he was doing would guarantee Dean's safety in the long run, too. If Raziel succeeded in triggering another apocalypse then Dean would get caught in the aftermath so he had to remind himself that he was doing this for him each time he heard the desperation in Dean's voice as he prayed to him. He had to root himself in his spot to not go to Dean in a heartbeat. He had to remind himself of the true purpose behind why he was doing this.
For him, Sam, Jack, Henrik, the kids back at the school, Hannah, Evelyn, and so many more. Maybe even Crowley despite how much the demon got under his skin but Henrik regarded him as one of his family and Castiel would never hurt Henrik's feelings so he slowly started accepting the demon despite how annoying he was. He was doing all of this for them.
“It's...” Castiel trailed off, considering his options. If Dean were to learn about Raziel, he'd go after him because wasn't it a Winchester thing to sacrifice yourself for the greater good? Well, consider Castiel a selfish being for not wanting Dean to do just that. Would it be too bad to watch Dean age and pass as peacefully as possible? But could a man raised with clenched fists and a holstered weapon attached to his hip at all times learn how to let go and grow old? He doubted it. Violence had always been engraved in his mind from a very young age and it wasn't something that he could scrub away even if his hands turned red and raw from how hard he was scrubbing. “I was ambushed.” It was half of the truth, but he hoped it'd be enough to soothe Dean. For now, at least.
The question about who it was, though... It would unravel everything and right now, Castiel was left holding the string that would unravel it all if he chose to tug. That's all it'd take. A simple tug. That's how easy it was for him to introduce Dean to a new threat — to more violence and loss.
“They were just a couple of misguided kids.” Raziel had always been good at that. Twisting the truth and brainwashing people into doing exactly what he wanted them to do and those kids were no exception. They all wielded angel blades as though they were the easiest weapons to get and one deep slash had been enough to leave Castiel wounded. “I handled it.” He added moments later. He didn't kill them, but he sent them to a place where he knew they wouldn't hurt anyone else for a good while. “Thank you, Dean.” Castiel said with a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips when Dean told him that he was family. Not a single day had passed since he was welcomed into the Winchester family as yet another member that he didn't appreciate having them in his life.
Castiel's lips parted to argue that he didn't need to sit down since he was already starting to feel like he was healing but with how unhappy Dean was, he didn't want to risk upsetting him any further so with only a little bit of attitude, he sat down. Eventually, he stopped pressing so hard against his own, he stopped fidgeting and looking like he was moments away from toppling over.
Castiel frowned slightly at Dean's words, he tilted his head slightly as his eyes scanned over the older Winchester. He looked — rough, to say the least. “What's wrong?” Castiel felt like he had no right to ask, especially after being so distant but he was genuinely worried and he just couldn't help it. Castiel sighed at Dean's words because it was just the older Winchester's nature to shy away from the attention because of how uncomfortable it made him feel but Castiel wasn't going to let the matter go. Castiel finally lowered his hand down, the cut shirt revealing only skin with no gash in sight as his wound finally closed over, leaving behind only drying blood.
“There's been a few... problems in Heaven. I was dealing with them alongside Hannah. I figured that lending a helping hand is the least that I can do, considering everything I've done.” It was the truth. Maybe not the full truth, but he wasn't lying. He couldn't. “The kids that ambushed me, they're linked to what's been happening in Heaven.” He can sense the question from a mile away, so he knew that keeping the truth was simply not an option, not since the minute that he made his presence known in the motel room because Dean was a stubborn man and Castiel had lost his ability to lie to him over time. "There's a rogue angel. His name is Raziel. He's been causing... trouble, so dealing with him has been my top priority because the consequences of taking my eyes off him are too dire and I can't risk it." I'm doing this for you, he wanted to say, but like always, Castiel didn't. Couldn't. "That's where I've been. Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you now or is this a one-way interrogation?" The words may seem snappy to others, but Castiel was genuinely worried about Dean. His inability to talk about himself was a deadly thing if left alone for too long. He just can't risk it.
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