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godless_son) wrote2016-05-17 09:51 pm
godless_son) wrote2016-05-17 09:51 pm
For Dean, Derek and Noah
It's been three years since Castiel's wings were temporarily burned away and in that time he would not have thought it possible that he could have truly forgotten how painful and irritating that type of injury could be.
The sick, hollow feeling left in his skin has faded but the words themselves seem to be untouched by his Grace or Dean's sword, healing slowly and as if he were the same pathetic wretch washed up onshore those years ago. He craves sleep more than he ought to but cannot achieve it nor can he find any remedy to touch the constant burn and ache. He feels too exposed to go far from the house without a shirt and the lack of one feels odd even in his own home. He's certain the animals have been judging him, the cats at least.
The message itself is too unsettling to properly process, at this present moment. He knows what he thinks it is, although he cannot fathom what it would want with a defunct Angel and why it would bother giving him a warning. If it is Darkness itself, there is nothing to be done and he'd rather not spend whatever time they do have moping and irritated and sickly. He searches the internet for hours before turning to his new Netflix machine and watching six straight hours of documentaries and movies about the various affects of medicinal and recreational drugs. He knows Dean feels very strongly about Castiel's ingestion of drugs but he thinks he knows something that would work. It comes, unfortunately, with a substantial portion of humble pie but Dean does not outright balk at the idea.
He gathers up the energy and flies straight to Noah, hoping the ghost does not heed the same ideas about 'daytime' visits versus 'nighttime' visits as others have explained to him and invites him to dinner with a plea for his help. His flight to Derek's is slightly less successful as he's unsure if Derek and his singing lover were unclothed underneath the covers but the message was received, regardless.
Burgers and beer in exchange for Noah's magic drugs and a lesson on how to...do drugs. He's even agreed to purchase actual beef rather than the black bean burgers he'd tried to pass off to Dean last week.
It's a plan.
Ok so tagging order would be top level Dean then Noah, Derek then Castiel again. Castiel will be awkwardly shirtless and still has 'I Am Coming' burned into his chest.
The sick, hollow feeling left in his skin has faded but the words themselves seem to be untouched by his Grace or Dean's sword, healing slowly and as if he were the same pathetic wretch washed up onshore those years ago. He craves sleep more than he ought to but cannot achieve it nor can he find any remedy to touch the constant burn and ache. He feels too exposed to go far from the house without a shirt and the lack of one feels odd even in his own home. He's certain the animals have been judging him, the cats at least.
The message itself is too unsettling to properly process, at this present moment. He knows what he thinks it is, although he cannot fathom what it would want with a defunct Angel and why it would bother giving him a warning. If it is Darkness itself, there is nothing to be done and he'd rather not spend whatever time they do have moping and irritated and sickly. He searches the internet for hours before turning to his new Netflix machine and watching six straight hours of documentaries and movies about the various affects of medicinal and recreational drugs. He knows Dean feels very strongly about Castiel's ingestion of drugs but he thinks he knows something that would work. It comes, unfortunately, with a substantial portion of humble pie but Dean does not outright balk at the idea.
He gathers up the energy and flies straight to Noah, hoping the ghost does not heed the same ideas about 'daytime' visits versus 'nighttime' visits as others have explained to him and invites him to dinner with a plea for his help. His flight to Derek's is slightly less successful as he's unsure if Derek and his singing lover were unclothed underneath the covers but the message was received, regardless.
Burgers and beer in exchange for Noah's magic drugs and a lesson on how to...do drugs. He's even agreed to purchase actual beef rather than the black bean burgers he'd tried to pass off to Dean last week.
It's a plan.
Ok so tagging order would be top level Dean then Noah, Derek then Castiel again. Castiel will be awkwardly shirtless and still has 'I Am Coming' burned into his chest.
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"I...love Star Trek," he hears himself say, too high to worry about the rare admittance as galaxies pinwheel around him. "Did you ever see aliens? That's all I would do if I were an angel. Look for aliens."
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For a time, when he was little and adults would ask that typical adult question, Noah, what do you want to be when you grow up? he'd answer a space man, because his best friend was obsessed with Star Wars and so Noah was obsessed with Star Wars. As he grew older his fantasies of exploring the universe had faded into more immediate dreams of learning to drive, beating Mitch Turner's fastest swimming time, and learning the drums (he'd never gotten to that one). But in the back of his mind he always had ideas, things he wanted to do, wanted to be. College had just been around the corner. College, and then who knew what. Galaxies, maybe.
Not now. Not anymore.
Noah's breath hitches and he realizes he's crying.
"Oh shit, guys, I think I'm tripping really bad," he says in a wobbly, high pitched voice, and wipes at his cheeks.
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Derek has just finished taking another hit when suddenly his vision and his mind is nothing but an endless sea of space and stars. It's awe-inspiring and sort of terrifying all at once, and Derek lets out a deep breath as he pinches the cherry off of his joint and sets it down. He starts into the great beyond and then shakes his head as the vision clears.
"I know James Kirk," Derek tells Dean, nodding in an over-exaggerated sort of way. "Carried him around when he was just a tiny little thing. I can probably hook you guys up."
The sound of a hitching breath makes him look over, and he goes all protective at the sight of Noah crying. He leans over to loop his arm around Noah's shoulders, dragging him in against Derek's side and holding him tight. "It's okay, I've got you. I won't let you float away."
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His eyes widen sluggishly as he sees Noah start to cry, wondering at how a ghost manages to produce actual tears. He wonders if the molecular structure is like regular tears.
"Noah, if you do actually float away, Derek probably cannot keep you anchored. You should let me know so I can try and do something. Something...something grace-like. Because I am very old and very powerful."