Perched up upon the roof of her cabin, a lone angel finds herself perfectly content to watch out over the people of the barracks. She's been too quiet, she knows this, and although she isn't apologetic for it she wishes that she had more reasons to speak up and make her presence known. The gala had been tiring to her, and had brought back memories ( Read more... )

[As a note, this is all happening before this thread, which only promises to be horrible.]

Soon as it's light enough to see, Peter heads out, wrapped up nice and warm. After rummaging through the smithy a bit, he'd managed to find a good axe - slightly rusty, but still usable - so he heads over to one of the cabins damaged beyond repair (or at ( Read more... )

Castiel hasn't been in the wood long, but he already finds this place very strange ( Read more... )

Some time in the evening, a musical chiming starts in the atrium. A soft grumble, and then a roar, and one entire wall descends slowly on gears into the floor. Beyond it lies a resplendent marble plaza, walled on its remaining three sides in glass ( Read more... )

As the light fades, the collars on the cats visiting the barracks - and the collars on the wrists of those who chose to put them on - start to glow. The transition between the freezing, crumbling barracks and the opulence of a castle's interior is almost unnoticeable. One moment they're in the barracks. The next, they'll find themselves in large ( Read more... )

Three hours.

Apparently, three hours was the grace period Gabriel gave himself after getting back from the carnival. He'd treated it a lot like a teenage girl treats giving her phone number to a boy- debating on how desperate he'll look if he jumps now, debating seeing if she calls him first, etc. In the end, it became one of those things where if ( Read more... )

The Carnival is in full swing when the Kitsune Girl makes her appearance, although you might not notice. She bobs and weaves around her own carnival, her form shifting with her whims. Sometimes she's a teenage girl with a flute, sometimes she's a barker or a lion tamer, or a ringmaster. Sometimes she mingles among the crowds and plays the role of a ( Read more... )

Standing near the library in the barracks, Nill held a long stick in her hand and used it to make a hopscotch board. It was a game she had learned about back home, one Bishop had shown her one day after service. She still had no idea how to play it properly, and simply hopped from square to square, and instead of numbers written inside each one, ( Read more... )

If Gabriel's been off the grid for almost a week, it's intentional. After the stupid mess with the skinwalkers, he drained his battery down to nothing- the bastards had taken a chunk out of his Grace and getting him and that FBI putz out of there had sapped what was left of it. The little slip into unconsciousness was basically his ENTIRE ESSENCE ( Read more... )

[*Open to anyone, but please join the same thread/scene, instead of starting a new one.  Will close if more than 2-3 people join.]

It was just great, Sam thought to himself bitterly, knowing that he was in a place where he was just so trusted.

Dean had acted like everything was going to be explained, all the dark shadows that kept crossing his face ( Read more... )