castielofthursday:
Tripping through the door frame after Dean was a bit awkward. The sheer amount of tense energy in the air between them was palpable. Castiel remained silent, something he was growing used to doing, the entire walk back to the library. He kept up the silence when still when they pushed through the entrance doors. The moment he did he wished he hadn’t. He only saw them all for a moment, but a moment was long enough to cause him to slam the doors back shut and simply turn around and walk away. Nope. Not dealing with that right now. What Castiel had seen when he had opened the doors had consisted of a room willed with floating feathers. Harmless enough as they were, he refused to enter the building. There was no fear, no sadness, shown. He was a warrior. He was trained for this. Dean was not. In the back of his mind he knew that if there had only been feathers occupying the library he would have stayed. But the image a monster, a badly badly burned monster, standing in the middle as though it were waiting for them, was not worth it. Not with Dean shaken up as he was.
Dean ducked his head down for a moment, confusion flooding his system when he turns away from the library but he’s putting his trust in Cas. So the two of them walk without a word. He isn’t sure where they are going, but he supposes at some point they should try to find something. Or perhaps a place to stay tonight, he has a feeling that this isn’t the type of place you wander around at night. If there are monsters like this before the evening light he can’t imagine what comes out in the dark. “Cas.. What’s happening? My sister- what is this place?” He had never hear about something liked his but at least now he had enough confidence to speak again instead of cowering. He couldn’t do that again. He had to be prepared for worse and he had to be stronger next time. They had to get out of this.
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castielofthursday:
Castiel frowned deeply when Dean started off towards one of the buildings in the town. It didn’t really seem to fit in with everything else, despite the fact that it was as run down and broken as everything around it. The architecture was different. Confused and curious, Castiel followed wordlessly after Dean. There was something terrifyingly off about this whole place. If the suppression of his Grace was anything to go by, that, and the strange way the town seemed to actually…know them intimately. The things he thought he had seen. The things Dean must have when during the times he would suddenly freeze or when he would run off. This must be what has happening now. Castiel had the smallest worry in the back of his mind that it wasn’t monsters they were up against, but the town itself.
Castiel stepped over the broken wood that littered the floor of the building. It looked like a bar. A very familiar bar. He wandered away from Dean to place his hand over the bar counter and run his fingers along it. Suddenly his hand knocked into something glass with a soft clink. He stopped walking and glanced down at his hand. A shot glass. There was a row of them along the counter. He picked one up and looked at it. It was cracked and seemed older then it should. He placed it back down on the counter without another thought and turned towards Dean, who was unusually, and slightly unnervingly, quiet.
What he saw stopped him cold. It was at that moment that Jo decided to scream. It could have been from the panic of the moment, but it seemed as if the bar just became unbearably hot. Dean Smith was going to hate him for what he did next. With that thought in mind Castiel rushed past Dean, grabbed one of the floorboards laying around, and rammed int full force into the illusion of Dean’s sister. At the very least the screaming and heat left just as suddenly at is had appeared.
“Cas! No!” Dean pushed past him and searched frantically for her. There wasn’t even a body in her place, nothing that gave any sign that she had been there but he had seen her. “Jo!” It wasn’t real, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that but still he’s searched frantically, pushing things out of the way until he finally gave up, letting out a soft barely audible cry and he stepped back, staring at the walls and the way the dark walls left stains as if fire had flickered over them and for a moment he was terrified they were going to see Ellen. He didn’t think he could handle it, so avoiding the angel’s gaze and wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Come one” Without looking back he pushed out of the bar, the door falling off the hinges when he pushed at it a little too hard. Within moments they were engulfed by fog against, walking down the empty streets. All he needed was to be away from there. If they could get back to the library than perhaps they could figure more of this out so they could leave.
The static on his phone was still going off and he debated turning it off but that didn’t seem like the best idea so instead he ignored it, taking comfort at least in the way that it broke the silence.
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castielofthursday:
And suddenly he stopped. The echo bounced across the cavern walls as the faintest trace that Castiel had even made a sound. He wordlessly allowed Dean to lead him away from the creature and back out of the way they came in. He clung to his arm, shaken to his very core, but there was no more fear in his face. He didn’t tremble, he didn’t cry, and he didn’t panic. He had let himself be shaken up by something as simple as a creature. No more. He refused to let any more of this town and it’s tricks get to him. That was the only time he would let this place get the better of him.
“Thank you, for that.” Castiel said when they had made it back out of the cavern. Without another word he closed the gate back behind them. He raised his head up, appearing as calm and in control as usual and spoke again, this time facing Dean. “We should head back to the library and see if we can try down what these symbols mean.” He started walking back to the way they came. Suddenly he frowned. “Smith, your phone is making sounds again.” Sure enough they were, it seemed as thought it was sending out static.
Once Cas was ready Dean calmed down significantly and the two of them were able to start the trek back to the library. The angel was right though, his phone was buzzing in his pocket not as if he was receiving a text message, but as if he was getting feedback. When he tugged it out of his pocket though the screen was blank, only the home screen popping up. With a frustrated sigh he put it back in his pocket despite the fact that it was going crazy. Looking around he thought he saw a figure again and when his eyes glanced up he stopped dead in his tracks
The building was singed, badly enough that he could see parts of the side entrance collapsing in on itself but the woodwork and the sign eased up above the front entrance was to familiar and he swallowed roughly. “The Roadhouse” The delicate carving of the letters was the same, the dark panels around the window, though faded now were exactly the same and this wasn’t possible. Breaking away from Cas he walked forward until he had reached the front steps, gently running his hand over the wooden railings, uncaring to the ash that coated his palm.
Dean gently pushed the door open, it was stuck but after a shove it opened and he stepped inside. Beaten down and broken by flames, it was to familiar and painful. And then he saw her again, the flash of blond hair but this time she didn’t run. Her lips were pink and pale, eyes sunken in and skin almost translucent. And then she tipped her head back and let out a scream.
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castielofthursday:
It is impossible to appreciate the importance of what occurred next without first taking into account the significance of echoes. As it was, the sound of a bullet being fired in a place such as a cavern had very particular effects. The roaring sound bounced along the walls and thundered through the room. Castiel yelped at the sudden and very loud sounds, dropping the flashlight he was holding in the process. The cave was suddenly plunged into complete darkness as the flashlight hit against a rock and went out.”What the…DEAN! Why in the world did you…you..”Slowly turning around Castiel strained his ears. “What…there’s something in here.”Stumbling forward Castiel reached out blindly to grab a hold of Dean. Unfortunately what he ended up grabbing was not Dean. The flesh was too rotting, clotted blood and decaying clothing.
With a growl he jumped back and placed a well aimed kick to it’s head. The thing fell with a horrible gargle and didn’t move. “That was too easy, you must have hit in when you fired. that was a wonderful shot, Dean you are getting so much be-” Castiel had been searched along the floor for the flashlight and had found and flicked it back on, shining it over to the creature that had just fallen. And then, for the first time ever, Castiel screamed. It wasn’t a monster. It was an angel. Horrible, rotting flesh covered in grotesque burns, it lay at an unnatural angle, wings broken and flared out. It looked as though it had been rotting away for years. Too much. It was too much too much too much. He dropped the flashlight and screamed louder.
“Cas! Stop!” Dean reached over and gripped the angels shoulder. He understood the fear, he understood the significance of the monster with wings even if he didn’t know the depth of it, but he needed Cas to stop screaming. There could be more, and there was no way to know what could hear them and what couldn’t so gently he grasped Cas’ shoulders and flipped him until he was facing him.
“Listen to me! You have to stop. Cas, we don’t know if there’s more of these anywhere and I need you right here. Please” Dean slid his hands up to his cheeks so he could tip his head up until they were making eye contact, hoping that would be further effective. “Come on, you need to stop.” Dean was shaken, but it seemed for the moment he had to be the strong one so he straightened up his shoulders a little and wrapped an arm around Cas, leading him away from the decaying body and in a different direction. Whatever Cas had been doing before could wait, at least until he could get rid of it if needed.
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castielofthursday:
“Not now, Dean. I’m almost done.” There was no way he was leaving without getting it all down. Whatever this was, it was crucial to their reason for being here. “Whatever is bothering you just wait for a little bit longer, please.” No way. He’s not leaving without it. He skimmed the pen over the paper as quickly as he could and still keep it eligible. He moved his head up and groaned when he found another section he hadn’t seen before. No matter, what needed to be done needed to be done. The scraping sound got closer, and miraculously enough it seemed as though Castiel couldn’t hear it.
“Dammit, Cas” Dean growled out, reaching into his bag and pulling out the handgun, loading it while his eyes frantically scanned the area. Perhaps he wasn’t all that great at firing a gun, but there was no way he was getting close enough to something at this point to use the sword. Coming up ahead of him on his write there was a figure looming, bigger then himself and creatures feet were dragging behind him it was a soft, barry there scrape and a tremble of fear wracked his body. “Cas, come on” The angel still wasn’t paying attention and when the figure came closer and the way it moved was terrifying enough, arms pinned by what looked like skin, and his body arching and twisting what the movement. Whatever it was however, it didn’t have a face and it was different then anything he had ever seen before.. A glad that was longer then it’s body and he stumbled back a little. All he had was this.
Read. Aim. Fire.
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castielofthursday:
“I didn’t either.” Stepping further into the room revealed the remains of what might have at one time been an archaeology site. Broken floor lights, wires, and wood fragments dusted the ground near the walls. Castiel made his way over to one of them. “Here’s a batch of the symbols over here. They look like…nothing I have ever seen before in my entire existence.” That was not good. Showing the end of the flashlight in his mouth to hold it, Castiel reached into the bag and rummaged around until he found and pulled out the journal and a pen. He held his head still to keep the light in the wall and quickly started to scribble them down. He was so involved with it, he didn’t notice the scrapping of something coming up behind him.
Dean was invested in watching what Cas was doing, interesting in seeing what he was gathering from all of this but he did hear the noise behind him, gaze snapping back and he rapidly moved his flash light along the cave, searching for the source. “What the hell was that” There was no plausible explanation for what had made that noise and he stood up, bumping Cas a little with his hip to let him know that they weren’t alone in here. Training his ears for the sound again he registered that this time it was a little closer. “Cas…….”
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