002 | 2014!Castiel | [video / action] | Day 68

[perfectantidote]

 [For the past week, Cas has been holed up in the attic of House 16. As it turns ou, being sucked dry - heh - by an incubus takes quite a lot out of you. Fun as it may have been at the time, that particular part isn't something he's all too hot on repeating. On the upside the near-deah-experience of tumbling with a creature feeding on sexual energy has pretty much answered any and all questions he may have had in regards to asphyxiation with a big fat 'yeah, I don't think so'. 

Right now, he's hanging out in the gazebo. Yeah, the very place the other Castiel, the real Castiel, is so very fond of, because Cas here is nothing if not a fan of self-flaggelation and bittersweet irony. Plus, of course, the pretty structure is made more interesting by the memory of dry-humping beneath it. 

Good times. 

Cas scrunches up his face, thoughts tumbling away from him like water droplets sliding down a window. At least the stuffy cotton kind of feeling is gone from his mind, which leaves him debating the little orange bottle in his pocket. Gotta stretch it out though, it's not gonna last forever. 

Damn. 

Sitting lotus-style, he presses buttons until the video feed clicks on. Yeah, he's still not all that hot on anything that's more technical than a gun, truth be told.]

So my dear, fellow... uh... residents of this lovely little... [He looks around, fishing for words] ... speck of dust somewhere within or without the universe. Not very spiriual, this place, isn't it. What exactly is it that you people... do, all day long, whenever you don't transform into, you know, illustrous monsters and creatures. [Good times, indeed.] As much as all he tension in my place of residence is amusing to watch, downtime can be spent in a number of ways much more, uh... enlightening and relaxing, but I digress. I'm thinking of... well, cleaning my gun, and since I'm actually not attempting to be terribly clever with puns just this once, this means I'll be wildly bored. Come on, humor me a little. [He grins, but his eyes dart away from the camera.] And the, uh, first person who asks why the trench coat is missing gets my thanks for volunteering as a practice target oh so kindly. 

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[perfectantidote]

[Raphael should get used to it. This Cas is nowhere like his old self, and getting him to heal sadly requires much more than just a touch to his forehead. There are things wrong and broken in him that he doesn't think can be fixed, personally.]

On the plus side, you were rather, uh... precious. Much less scary to the other mortals, I bet.

[Cas chuckles at that. Yeah, he's one of them now, not an angel anymore, not really. Still weird, and he honestly could have done without ending up somewhere where he's constantly reminded of that fact.]

Come on. Hang out with me a little, big brother. You could, uh, catch me up on everything that's new. Smile a little, maybe. No one ever tell you how, uh, that brightens the day?

[servingmichael]

[ He doesn't has to get used to anything he doesn't want to. Not that he's sure he CAN heal Castiel, not completely - not sure he wants to try yet, either. But his pride covers a lot. ]

And everyone else, from what I was told.

[ He takes a couple steps, leaning against the rail of the gazebo, standing closer to Castiel than is really polite, as far as most humans are concerned. ]

New on which front?

When did you last see me smile?

[ Quite a while, really. ]

[perfectantidote]

Never too late to start. I waited until the end of the world, and look how, uh... well it suits me.

[And if that's not cause to smile like a broken, empty doll, then what is? Cas huffs a laugh and stretches his arms over his head. He needs to get laid, take the edge off his mind a bit more so he doesn't empty out the bottle in his pocket too soon.]

We could start with our siblings. How's the family doing?

[servingmichael]

If Michael comes, you'll see me smile.

[ And not for any Apocalypse related reason - he just loved Michael that much. ]

Everyone is back to normal. Lucifer isn't speaking to me, so.

[ It's too flat, too matter of fact. He doesn't care, he can't care. ]

I couldn't tell you. Gabriel is trying to teach me to like candy, which seems to mean 'find as many types of plastic as I can'. Balthazar is trying to repair the floor he destroyed. Anna is back to lying to almost everyone. Your duplicate you've likely seen more of than I have.

[perfectantidote]

[Cas' face softens briefly at the thought of Raphael smiling. Archangels are vast and fierce, so much higher up in rank than the likes of Castiel, back when he was part of the Host. It must be lonely, at the top, and he doesn't begrudge Raphael a stronger connection to Michael that would inspire a smile. Hell, he's only half kidding - it'd be good to see Raphael smile.

Of course, Cas could do without seeing Michael. Last thing he needs is more older brothers who may well wish him dead or punished.]

Charming. The get-togethers must be... uh... lovely. I would say it's comforting to know things are messed up even in this place, but, uh... well, it's not.

[servingmichael]

[ To be far, the only pair Raphael wouldn't step between was Michael and Lucifer. He would intervene between Michael and the young siblings, solely because he really didn't want to watch any more of them die. ]

It is, some what. It's familiar, otherwise I'd wonder if I hadn't be taken by some special kind of Djinn from the depths of Purgatory.

[ He was well aware of what Mother of All could do to the angels. ]