Jun. 7th, 2010

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[Anywhere from five minutes to five hours after this.]

Any good soldier knows how to stand sentry.

Or, in this case, sit sentry.

Castiel is sitting quietly in one of the bar’s straight-backed chairs. His hands rest on his thighs, his spine does not touch the chair back, and if he does blink it is intermittent enough for a casual observer to miss completely. He can hold this position for, at a conservative estimate, weeks.

Though it is unlikely that his charge will sleep for longer than a day.

The reason for Castiel’s pose is stretched out on the sofa beside him. Meg Ford had been teetering on the brink of exhaustion when she had come in this evening, and Castiel had helpfully nudged her over the edge into a sleep deep enough that not even the bustle of Milliways will disturb it. Meg will wake when her body has gotten the rest it needs.

Until then, Castiel will wait here.

[OOC: Not plot locked, but priority will be given to folks who know Meg. Meg herself is 100% out for the count, and will not be waking up during any of these threads.]

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