[ He'd managed to catch the first door of Dean's place before it had closed all the way, waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Normally, he wouldn't be so careless about this. Send a message, something of an invite. Perhaps warm him over with the prospect of more liquor. He has a few bottles still; it might have been enough. But it's not the point he settles on, maneuvering to the right door before first trying the knob and then knocking--quick, hard, efficient.
There's purpose on his face, intent in this visit, and though it might have been easier to attempt picking the lock or waiting until daylight, he takes the risk. Castiel frowns at the door and waits. ]
[ They haven't spoken since he tried to gank Fatima, which is still something Sam isn't happy about. But he's willing to set that issue aside for the moment because of the larger, looming threat...
...the one that this Dean has bent his whole existence over. ]
[ He knows he's angry, knows there's more they should discuss, but he's not entirely sure there's anything to talk about now. Still, it's been long enough since he'd walked away that, perhaps, Dean might have come to his senses. The radio silence is unnerving. ]
[ so this is sent about five minutes after scott confessed that he was shot and who by, and it doesn't take long to find the email address of the other dean in the pocket watch. ]
If you touch or point a weapon at Scott McCall again, unprovoked, I will paralyze you from the neck down, and you can spend the rest of your time here hoping one of the anacondas don't find you.
Unless one of your friends is up for a mercy killing.
[ Their place is slowly coming along. It's not the best considering the conditions, but they've managed to make it habitable enough to sleep there. The bed they've dragged into one of the rooms feels a lot more personal than the same mattress in the dorms, more room to spread out in the evenings there isn't much to do beyond explore or clean even more. He doesn't know how or why, but he and Dean are sharing it. Together. Maybe it should be odd, but he hasn't considered it beyond what it is. There's still bits and pieces of things lying around too, dirty and disorganized, but it's theirs for the length of their stay in Zelien. Except--
Except Castiel has decided that this night is more than listless boredom, and he'd crawled under the bedframe in his old room to retrieve the last few bottles of alcohol he'd stashed there.
He drinks through half of one on the way to the academic building, and when he's inside, he grins at the only other body in there. It's not as if he cares whether or not Sam is present; Castiel gets right into Dean's personal space and presses the full bottle into his hand. ]
We're celebrating. [ It's said with a slight smile. ]
[ It's only been two - or is it three? - days since... Well, he tries not to think about it, which means he's constantly thinking about it anyway. It's strange how minds work, and of course, his works along this same line. Except he's sleep-deprived from all the guilt and drowsy from the drugs. He might just be texting him from his spot in the rec building pool. ]
I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, but I need you
[ He's lost count of how many times he's tried convincing himself to approach Dean over the last several days. If nothing else, he's persistent, and Castiel can't afford to lose his only friend to this. To Zelien or the mistakes he makes that he hadn't considered to be mistakes. But it's growing tiresome to repeat himself over and over, try to persuade the other man to see his side of things. He'd do anything to prove his loyalty to him, to their cause. Unfortunately, he thinks it might be suicide to attempt it.
At least recklessness seems to burn in his blood.
It's how he finds himself outside the place he'd been ousted from, waiting. There's no one inside, and he isn't sure it's good luck or bad that Sam isn't around. A buffer would have been welcome, though he doubts the younger Winchester's own affiliations with the devil would go over particularly well. Castiel leans against the wall, out in the open and arms crossed with intent. Even if he has to wait hours, he's going to fight to be heard. ]
[ The week has been filled with nothing but chaos and uncertainty.
It's like they're home again, struggling to get through one day to the next and focused on everything but each other. Castiel doesn't think there's any particular gap between them, though the strain and exhaustion is very much real. They'd barely survived one simple trip not too far from campus, and he doesn't know what the remainder of those days is going to bring them. It's frustrating, and it keeps him awake when they're stretched out across the mattress they share, eyes focused on the dark shape of the ceiling.
Perhaps he feels sentimental to some degree, or perhaps it's the warm, solid presence of Dean and his breathing beside him that causes him to roll over. He presses right against him, fingers sliding over the curve of his hip to sit at the dip in his back, and Castiel searches out the other man's face in the shadows, dropping a hint of a kiss to his shoulder before leaning even closer.
He doesn't say anything, only hovering a little to get his attention. ]
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Date: 2013-11-18 11:24 pm (UTC)There's purpose on his face, intent in this visit, and though it might have been easier to attempt picking the lock or waiting until daylight, he takes the risk. Castiel frowns at the door and waits. ]
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Date: 2013-11-26 10:53 pm (UTC)[ Even more so than the devil, so hurry up and answer. ]
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From:text; week 9 day 1
Date: 2013-11-30 07:12 am (UTC)...the one that this Dean has bent his whole existence over. ]
Dean?
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From:( w10d1 ) 1/god knows
Date: 2013-12-13 05:52 pm (UTC)Did you do it?
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Date: 2013-12-15 05:17 am (UTC)Dean?
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Date: 2014-01-02 04:23 pm (UTC)he's gonna drink himself into a coma
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:30 am (UTC)[ Because that's not ominous or anything. ]
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From:wk 15; d6
Date: 2014-02-28 03:14 am (UTC)If you touch or point a weapon at Scott McCall again, unprovoked, I will paralyze you from the neck down, and you can spend the rest of your time here hoping one of the anacondas don't find you.
Unless one of your friends is up for a mercy killing.
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Date: 2014-03-08 11:45 pm (UTC)Except Castiel has decided that this night is more than listless boredom, and he'd crawled under the bedframe in his old room to retrieve the last few bottles of alcohol he'd stashed there.
He drinks through half of one on the way to the academic building, and when he's inside, he grins at the only other body in there. It's not as if he cares whether or not Sam is present; Castiel gets right into Dean's personal space and presses the full bottle into his hand. ]
We're celebrating. [ It's said with a slight smile. ]
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Date: 2014-03-12 05:27 am (UTC)I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, but I need you
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From:(w17d1) action.
Date: 2014-03-16 10:52 pm (UTC)At least recklessness seems to burn in his blood.
It's how he finds himself outside the place he'd been ousted from, waiting. There's no one inside, and he isn't sure it's good luck or bad that Sam isn't around. A buffer would have been welcome, though he doubts the younger Winchester's own affiliations with the devil would go over particularly well. Castiel leans against the wall, out in the open and arms crossed with intent. Even if he has to wait hours, he's going to fight to be heard. ]
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From:w18d1 early morning
Date: 2014-03-30 09:35 pm (UTC)Where are you?
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Date: 2014-04-22 09:58 pm (UTC)It's like they're home again, struggling to get through one day to the next and focused on everything but each other. Castiel doesn't think there's any particular gap between them, though the strain and exhaustion is very much real. They'd barely survived one simple trip not too far from campus, and he doesn't know what the remainder of those days is going to bring them. It's frustrating, and it keeps him awake when they're stretched out across the mattress they share, eyes focused on the dark shape of the ceiling.
Perhaps he feels sentimental to some degree, or perhaps it's the warm, solid presence of Dean and his breathing beside him that causes him to roll over. He presses right against him, fingers sliding over the curve of his hip to sit at the dip in his back, and Castiel searches out the other man's face in the shadows, dropping a hint of a kiss to his shoulder before leaning even closer.
He doesn't say anything, only hovering a little to get his attention. ]
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