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demonjoharvelle:

thebloodislife:

It had taken him hours of driving to make it this far. All based on rumours that he had heard through various hunters in bars he had snuck in to. It honestly amazed him how many of them could not sniff out a vampire amongst them, though he did blend in well, he knew that. He prided himself on his ability to seem like ‘one of the guys’, even though he was no longer human.

After taking a short break to piss and stretch his legs he stood on the side of the road, leaning against the side of the impala. Eying sign saying welcome to whatever hell hole he was about to enter he lets out a slight grunt.

It was black out, the night was still young and he had to get into town and find shelter for when morning came. An abandoned building, a hotel, something. While daylight might not kill him, it would put a damper on his energy and he did not want to be stranded in town and vulnerable when the sun came up. 

Sighing he took a long drag from the cigarette in his mouth blowing the smoke out in one drawn out breath. Dropping the butt on the ground he stamped it out before moving to enter his car once more. 

Once inside he heads into town, looking around quietly. He had heard rumours of a certain angel being around the area. Though with his luck he was gone again, they moved fast after all…

It had honestly been too long since he saw the angel, and from what he had heard his friend was with him as well. He had not seen Castiel or Jo since before the accident that made him a vampire. His showing up…was probably going to be a surprise to them.

Both of them did not expect him to be a vampire after all.

As he sat in silence thinking, all he could do was hope that maybe this time his prayers would make it to the angels ears. Murmuring the angels name under his breath he closed his eyes for only one moment, letting out a low sigh as he drove along.

“Castiel.”

Jo looked up at the sky, biting her lip slightly. The thought was still there in the back of her mind. The thought to call Michael down and fix what she’d done - but then she glanced at the angel next to her and it was wiped from her mind. Both because she was afraid that he would be able to tell that she was still considering it, and because she couldn’t forget the way he’d looked when he told her that he needed her. When he told her that she couldn’t leave him.

A look like that on an Angel’s face was more heartbreaking then anything she had ever remembered. Her eyes flickered back down to the side-walk in front of them, reaching out almost unthinkingly and taking Castiel’s hand. She wasn’t even sure where they were walking. Or why they were walking. They were just…going.

And she was even more unaware of the coming surprise that awaited.

What Joanna considered a simple walk, Castiel took it as a means of protecting her. Since the incident all those days ago, he held no desire to let her leave his sight and today was of no exception. Too frequently had he lost those he had considered family. Some, he had managed to bring back. Others, however, suffered a fate unsalvageable. He was determined to never have her crossed the border between these two.

The brush of her fingers against his vessel’s own was felt immediately and he took no hesitation in clasping hands firmly. It was a human gesture he was unaccustomed to, but there’s a sense of appreciation in having some part of her to hold on to, as though it would permanently fasten her to him at all times.

Suddenly, his movements ceased and his head looked up, like that of a deer caught within the glimpse of a light, and there was a shared silence between the two. An echo of his name rang through, penetrated the definition of sound as it registered towards him and him alone. A voice of familiarity so stark that it set both relief and unease to plummet within his vessel’s stomach.

“Dean.” His voice was quiet and he held to Joanna’s hand that much tighter. There was no time for hesitation. Eyes glanced to her and he murmured, “Hold onto me.”

Before she could give consent, they left this are of almost sepia-toned settings. Instantaneously was their arrival in the Impala, it’s spacious build enough to room them both more than well in the backseat. There’s not so much as a staccato of a pause upon arrival when Castiel speaks up. ”Hello, Dean.”

thefenwolf:

idonotunderstandthisreference:

thefenwolf:

idonotunderstandthisreference started following you

‘The Hel are you?

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I am Castiel. Hello, Fenrir.

…Right.

thefenwolf:

idonotunderstandthisreference started following you

‘The Hel are you?

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I am Castiel. Hello, Fenrir.

(Gives a smile more genuine than emanated in quite a while.)

Thank you, Joanna.

Thank you, Holly.

Thank you, other Castiel. I appreciate this.

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I believe you are supposed to send this to eight different beings. Not just one, Melissa.

Thank you, nevertheless.

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