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[majestyofthethrone]

If I come and sleep in your bed, will you watch me?

[falteringly]

If that's what you want. [ Though he's still hesitant. ]

[majestyofthethrone]

I don't sleep very much.

[falteringly]

There is no reason for that if sleeping is what you're concerned with. I can help.

[majestyofthethrone]

I can't sleep by myself anymore.

voice.

[faithlessly]

Hey, uh-- thanks, you know, for helping Sam. Kinda saved his life.

voice.

[falteringly]

[ He doesn't know if he should be surprised or concerned that he hadn't expected something like this. So there's a lot of silence until he settles on the important part: ]

How is he?

voice.

[faithlessly]

[ dean scoffs lightly, more at the question than cas. ]

Apparently thinks he's well enough to go waltzin' off to the garden.

voice.

[falteringly]

It's a nice place. I'm certain he's aware of his own limitations.

[ Maybe. He is a Winchester. ]

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[majestyofthethrone]

I think I've been here two years.

[falteringly]

[ Two years is nothing to an angel, but being here-- ]

I'm sorry.

[majestyofthethrone]

I must be 18 now.

[falteringly]

Do you... wish to celebrate it?

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[allbloodyhail]

hey cas. wanna get high?

[falteringly]

What purpose would it serve?

[allbloodyhail]

feeling awesome for a few hours?

[falteringly]

I suppose-- [ The idea does sound intriguing, even if he doesn't necessarily know what it entails. But there is something he needs to ask. ] May I invite Dean as well?

[majestyofthethrone]

[When she finds him, wherever he is, it's clear she's not at the wheel. She holds herself differently, for one - rather, He holds her body differently, more upright, rigid and stern.

And then there's the power behind her eyes, white and terrifying and huge for anyone with any ability to sense that sort of thing. It's immense, the only appropriate word for it terrible, a great and terrible beauty and a great and terrible power. The grace of God riding high.]

Castiel.

[This is not the Voice of a patient God. This is the Voice of a God who has been heartily disappointed, who is Anger and Rage personified, the God of Noah and of Adam.]

[falteringly]

[ It's in a hallway, rather far down in the ship and somewhere almost quiet. He'd taken to wandering through them, patrolling but mostly due to boredom or some strange urge to just move. Things have been disconnected for a while now, and he doesn't realize what's happening until it's far too late.

Seraphim's name is on the tip of his tongue when he sees her, but it's-- The body is hers, and what's inside is not. It causes him to freeze, to draw up short, and the fear is real on his face as he looks at her (Him), feeling it quiver straight through his grace and to the very core of him.

There is nothing to say, nothing he can do except stand and wait for whatever is about to happen. ]

[majestyofthethrone]

[God looks at him, past the shell of him and to the Grace lurking beneath.]

You cannot hide from Me. Come forward.

[The command is clear and impossible to argue.]

[falteringly]

[ He isn't hiding. Or hadn't wanted to, but now that it's been said aloud, he thinks to. Run away because that's all he's good at doing aside from doing the wrong thing. Castiel curls his fingers tight. ]

Please-- [ Even as he steps forward, he doesn't know what he's begging for. ]

"prayer"

[fatespoken]

Hey Castiel, though who art though stuck on a spaceship--

Hope this works. I mean, I'm kind of calling collect here, not being one of your humans and all, but angels and texting...

Uh, anyways, this is Amory. I was wondering if you were still up for helping with the sleep thing? [a beat] And wow… what the actual fuck are you doing, Felix? This is ridiculous.

[ Awkward pause. ]

... Amen, I guess? [ And he's totally going to take a piss now, 'cause it's not like Castiel heard any of this. ]

[falteringly]

[ He hears the prayer somewhere in the middle of patrolling the corridors, and it's an odd one, he thinks. Hardly anyone besides Dean thinks to pray to him now that he's here, and to be fair, it's a little startling to listen to.

Amory. Yes, he remembers. He'd offered that specifically to him before, but things had been... difficult after that. He supposes he should see to it, at any rate, and focusing on his specific whereabouts is easier than actually getting there. His flight is limited, so it takes him much longer to get there than usual. But he does get there.

And then he just stands slightly behind him, staring. ]

Is this a bad time?

[fatespoken]

[ He feels utterly embarrassed, and it's not 'cause Castiel is staring at his dick or anything. As well as Castiel knows God exists, Amory knows God doesn't exist. In his universe, at least. So praying to an angel... is a little like singing hallelujah to the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Or something.

So he awkwardly goes back to his business. Cigarette between his lips, fingers unzipping his pants. Hey look, Castiel just appeared! But with his mind focused on the very necessary business of taking a piss, he totally doesn't notice he's being watched.

Until he does. ]

FUCK-- [ He leaps up like a skittish dog, slamming his knees into the toilet hard, pants falling onto the floor in an unceremonious heap. ] Fuck--

[ He nearly crumples over himself. Ow. Ow Ow. If his heart could jump out of his chest, it'd be in the toilet now. Don't let the angel see your mantears of pain, Ams.]

See, where I come from we have this rule: no materializing in bathrooms or bedrooms, even if that's your kink. [Okay, take a deep breath. Another breath. You're okay, Felix. ] That wasn't supposed to work.

[ He's reaching down for his pants, awkwardly. So very awkwardly. And hey, it looks like you scared the piss right out of him because the only thing in the toilet bowl is his poor cigarette. ]

[majestyofthethrone]

I went to see Lucifer.

He wants to talk to you.