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kore_logs2013-03-05 02:30 pm
happytobleed) wrote in kore_logs2013-03-05 02:30 pm
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Would you please forgive me? For while I cannot love myself, I'll use something else.
Who: Castiel and OPEN
Where: Near the bar
When: day 47
What: Gettin' drunk, bein' pissy
Warnings: Other than drinking, probably none, but it may depend on the thread.
Castiel had been worried enough about Lucifer and then Crowley when he'd only had Meg to worry about. Now that Dean was back, he was even more concerned. Dean could hold his own against a lot of powerful creatures, but Lucifer was a whole new level and Crowley wasn't exactly easy to pick off. They needed to plan some sort of defensive strategy.
He'd gone looking for Dean in the obvious location. Before, Dean had spent a good deal of his time in the bar and so Castiel had gone there to find him. Finding the bar empty, he had gone for what he recognized to be one of Dean's favored drinks. Surely, he only had to wait and Dean would show up eventually. It was easier than running all over the town where Crowley might spot him. There were easier ways to locate Dean, but maybe Castiel wanted to nurse a little self-pity. Balthazar and Sam were still missing and Dean was... well, he was better, but he was different and he didn't remember. What if they kept making him forget?
Several hours later, he found himself leaving the bar alone. He wasn't as drunk as he'd been in the past, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling it.
Where: Near the bar
When: day 47
What: Gettin' drunk, bein' pissy
Warnings: Other than drinking, probably none, but it may depend on the thread.
Castiel had been worried enough about Lucifer and then Crowley when he'd only had Meg to worry about. Now that Dean was back, he was even more concerned. Dean could hold his own against a lot of powerful creatures, but Lucifer was a whole new level and Crowley wasn't exactly easy to pick off. They needed to plan some sort of defensive strategy.
He'd gone looking for Dean in the obvious location. Before, Dean had spent a good deal of his time in the bar and so Castiel had gone there to find him. Finding the bar empty, he had gone for what he recognized to be one of Dean's favored drinks. Surely, he only had to wait and Dean would show up eventually. It was easier than running all over the town where Crowley might spot him. There were easier ways to locate Dean, but maybe Castiel wanted to nurse a little self-pity. Balthazar and Sam were still missing and Dean was... well, he was better, but he was different and he didn't remember. What if they kept making him forget?
Several hours later, he found himself leaving the bar alone. He wasn't as drunk as he'd been in the past, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling it.
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"Yeah, pass." He pushes away from the counter and takes his beer with him into the living room, needing a moment to brood by himself, not that he really sees it that way. That is, of course, what he's doing as he drops himself onto the couch and leans his head against the back cushion.
"Okay, so. Protection. Way I see it is we mainly need to keep Lucifer and Crowley off our tails, yeah?"
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The sluggishness from earlier is still there and he sits heavily next to Dean on the couch. There's a long pause before he answers. "And Raphael."
Another thing to worry about. His brother has a lot of anger directed at the both of them. He doesn't think Raphael would think anything of killing Dean and Castiel can hardly go to Heaven or Hell or anywhere else to retrieve Dean's soul.
"You remember how to do a banishing sigil, right?" He'd shown Meg and he would show Dean again if he needed to relearn.
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"Yeah, I think so. I'll have to keep some of your blood on hand though." Bobby's fridge was a scary place, and theirs probably won't be much different. He'll have to remember to make cracks to Meg about her not confusing any of that with food.
"What're the odds Lucifer, Crowley, and Raphael will all take each other out in a big asshole showdown and we can just kickback with popcorn and watch?"
He already knows before he asks that that won't happen, but there's some legitimacy to the question, he reasons. Crowley didn't want Lucifer around the first time, and he doesn't know how Raphael and Lucifer feel about each other. Raphael wanted the apocalypse, but that's different from actually liking Lucifer.
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"I think our best bet is honestly keeping our heads down and hoping for the best. It's not ideal, but I don't see how else we'll stay alive."
He turns his head to look at Dean. "I'll start collecting my blood for you tomorrow."
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"That's one of the creepiest things you've ever said to me, Cas." He lifts his eyebrows. "And you've said a lot of creepy things, so A plus."
Not that he thinks the sentiment is creepy because it's like, supply gathering, only in the saddest possible way because he still hears crazy Cas saying how happy he is to bleed for the Winchesters and it's fucking gutting. Here he is again, offering up his blood to keep them all safe. It's easier for Dean to make fun of it.
"Alright, we lay low. For now," he adds, confident at first but then his expression turns questioning. "It's a small town, right? That can't last forever."
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"Come here." Without any other warning, he moves closer and presses his palm to Dean's chest, re-branding the sigils into Dean's ribs that will hide him from the angels.
There's a slight smile on his lips as he leans back again. "That should make it easier to lay low."
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"Ow!" Dean touches his chest gently through his shirt, but the pain is definitely on the inside. "What the hell was that?"
As he continues to try to soothe a pain that's definitely way too internal for him to get to, he notices that smile on Cas's face. Son of a bitch enjoyed that.
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"Now they won't be able to find you as easily again." He'll give Dean every advantage to stay alive and safe here, no matter the personal cost to himself. Dean dragged him through Purgatory; he forgave Castiel and for that, Castiel will never be able to fully repay Dean.
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"What about you?" His frown is more sincere now, his eyes on where Cas's ribs would be. He wishes he could scribble some crap on Cas that'd keep him away from his dick brothers and Crowley.
"How do we keep you safe?"
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He sits back on the couch, regarding Dean with amusement. "And I'll warn you next time I carve something into your ribs."