cape_kore | 1st Drink | Video

[Her face is a mass of scrapes and cuts. One is still seeping down the side of her face. Her right eye swells shut even as she stares at the thing on her wrist. The swelling eye has broken blood vessels and there's blood - some hers - all over her.

Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.

She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.

The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.

Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]

If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?

[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]

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Ellen?

[ He doesn't let himself think about a lot of things and watching Dean's family die around him, helping some of it along, that's part of it, because it's his fault that Dean's lost so much. It isn't only his fault, but he certainly hadn't helped Ellen or Jo. ]

Where are--I'll find someone to come find you. Dean's here, too.

[Relief drags her shoulders down. Castiel is here. Dean's here. Cas would tell her if Dean were hurt, right? She clings to that hope, because the adrenaline she had is wearing off and the wounds she didn't know about are beginning to voice their complaints.]

Castiel? I'm at the fountain. Ain't managed to make it to the pharmacy or the bar. Yet.

[She wants to ask, she needs to, but she doesn't. Because everything hurts and she's not sure she could face Jo, if her baby girl is here, without clinging to her and never letting go.]

I can't--They've done something strange to many of us. I'm not safe to be around right now. I'll try to find Dean or--[ Meg. Oh, this has the potential to not end well. ]

Or someone else who can help you. What's the last thing you remember?

Strange? You okay?

[You're the one angel she cares about.

Another snort-cough.]

That hellhound bitch breathing down my neck and Jo... Jo pushing the button.

[Not exactly a lie. Jo's finger had been there!]

[ He closes his eyes. ]

Ellen, I'm so sorry.

[ He pauses, taking a moment to collect himself and then he opens his eyes again. ]

They've found some way to change what we are. I believe I'm an incubus at present. Dean is a trickster god.

We made our choice, Castiel. Jo... we wanted to do it.

[She doesn't blame him. But she does want to know what happened to him, but that can wait.]

So that demon bitch said.

Meg? Ellen, it's been a long time...

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

Raphael should be on his way to you.

Take it he's your brother? That why he's running around like a toddler?

[She's just sitting on the fountain.]

And no matter how long, Castiel, Jo's dead. I'll forgive a lot of things, but not that.

[And if he asks her to, she'll let him go before she lets go of the hatred of the woman who killed her baby girl.]

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You're dead, too.

[ Insensitive, maybe, but Castiel's never been the picture of sensitivity. Her death had been a sad one in a sad time, but it doesn't make him feel guilt the way Anna and Balthazar's deaths do. ]

He's not normally a toddler. It's the thing that made me an incubus. If he shoots you with an arrow, call--[ Who? The only angels are Meg and Lucifer. ] call me and we'll figure something out.

[Her look hardens, and then she looks away. She forces back the tears.]

I don't need anyone to worry about me, Castiel. Jo should never have...

[She lost Jo. She lost Bill. She lost Ash, the Roadhouse... She's trying not to hate Castiel, but he's making it hard. Maybe it's the concussion, the ringing in her ears, the pain that's not letting her ignore it.]

Demons are demons, Castiel. Nothing's going to change that.

[She cuts off her end of the feed before he can say anything more. Because she doesn't want to hear it. The line is the line. Look at what going over it got the boys.]

[ He keeps talking himself, even if it's into a void. He's not entirely sure what just happened. He hadn't said anything about demons or Meg. He knows this situation is a minefield. ]

Ellen?

[ He sighs. ]

My point was that neither of you should have died. Please let my brother help you until I can.

I'll get her to the pharmacy Castiel.

[He can't heal but he can bandage and pour antiseptic on her.]

Thank you, Raphael.

[ It's oddly touching that his brother is willing to help after what they've been through, even just from what Raphael remembers. ]

You're welcome.

[Taking care of his brother's pets, as best he can, the ones he doesn't want to harm, it's a show of a truce. And might have something to do with the fact he's being spiteful of whoever took his abilities to heal away. So he'd help because he could still do that.]

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