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thursdays_angel) wrote2010-07-31 11:02 pm
thursdays_angel) wrote2010-07-31 11:02 pm
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Castiel goes as far as the room next door. Still familiar--with its blue striped wallpaper and odd collection of objects and baseball cap on the closet door--in spite of, what feels to Castiel, like a long absence.
He feels something warm and wet slide down onto his lip and wipes at it, eying the smear of blood on his hand with a degree of consternation. Due to proximity, more of Dean's blows had landed than hadn't.
But no matter.
Castiel collects himself and closes his eyes.
"Michael. I am in need of your help."
He feels something warm and wet slide down onto his lip and wipes at it, eying the smear of blood on his hand with a degree of consternation. Due to proximity, more of Dean's blows had landed than hadn't.
But no matter.
Castiel collects himself and closes his eyes.
"Michael. I am in need of your help."