The graveyard, Thursday night
Castiel wasn't the sort to put something off needlessly, so once he was certain that affairs in the church were in order and that he was not likely to be interrupted, he went out into the graveyard, found a nice, shady corner, and proceeded to talk to himself.
It took some effort to bring Jimmy to full consciousness of their surroundings, but he felt it well worth the time. It was, after all, Jimmy's body he was inhabiting, and the man should get some say as to what Castiel did with it, when his actions weren't directly motivated by the apocalypse.
"Jimmy," he said. "I believe we should talk."
Castiel?
"Yes, it's me. We need to talk about having sex."
. . . What?
"I need to know if you are willing to allow me to experience sex through your body."
Yeah, okay, that's not a question I was expecting to get from you.
"You felt I would do so without your consent?"
I kinda figured, you know, angel, sex isn't really an issue?
"I'm not motivated by it the way that your kind is, but I am . . . curious."
So, basically, you wanna know if I'm okay with you experimenting.
Castiel relaxed. "Yes, that's it exactly."
I'm married. Happily, or at least I was until you showed up.
"I'm aware of that, yes."
I'm not an adulterer.
"And I have no wish to make you into one."
Would I have to, like, watch?
"I could ensure you were unaware, if you'd prefer."
You're essentially asking if you an roofie me so you can use my body.
". . . Yes."
I didn't sign up for this.
"I know. But it may perhaps be . . . helpful in my further understanding of mankind."
You think having sex will help you avert the apocalypse?
"I'm not certain it could hurt."
Jimmy sighed inwardly. You know what? Sure. It's . . . kinda been awhile, might do my body good to blow off some steam.
"Chuck rather thought you'd feel that way."
Chuck's an ass. But, yeah, you do what you've got to do to get you think you have to. Just so long as my family never finds out.
"I don't see how they would."
Guess not. Hey, you've still got that joint the kid gave you?
"Yes." Castiel dug around in his pocket and pulled it out.
Wanna smoke it?
"If you'd like."
Sure. Why not? Not like my daughter'll see or God'll smite us for it.
Castiel nodded and lit the handrolled cigarette he'd received from Andy. Perhaps it would help . . . fortify him for what Chuck had planned.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but the graveyard is public, so it's also open. Jimmy's side of the convo, being entirely in Castiel's head, is not for broadcast.]
It took some effort to bring Jimmy to full consciousness of their surroundings, but he felt it well worth the time. It was, after all, Jimmy's body he was inhabiting, and the man should get some say as to what Castiel did with it, when his actions weren't directly motivated by the apocalypse.
"Jimmy," he said. "I believe we should talk."
Castiel?
"Yes, it's me. We need to talk about having sex."
. . . What?
"I need to know if you are willing to allow me to experience sex through your body."
Yeah, okay, that's not a question I was expecting to get from you.
"You felt I would do so without your consent?"
I kinda figured, you know, angel, sex isn't really an issue?
"I'm not motivated by it the way that your kind is, but I am . . . curious."
So, basically, you wanna know if I'm okay with you experimenting.
Castiel relaxed. "Yes, that's it exactly."
I'm married. Happily, or at least I was until you showed up.
"I'm aware of that, yes."
I'm not an adulterer.
"And I have no wish to make you into one."
Would I have to, like, watch?
"I could ensure you were unaware, if you'd prefer."
You're essentially asking if you an roofie me so you can use my body.
". . . Yes."
I didn't sign up for this.
"I know. But it may perhaps be . . . helpful in my further understanding of mankind."
You think having sex will help you avert the apocalypse?
"I'm not certain it could hurt."
Jimmy sighed inwardly. You know what? Sure. It's . . . kinda been awhile, might do my body good to blow off some steam.
"Chuck rather thought you'd feel that way."
Chuck's an ass. But, yeah, you do what you've got to do to get you think you have to. Just so long as my family never finds out.
"I don't see how they would."
Guess not. Hey, you've still got that joint the kid gave you?
"Yes." Castiel dug around in his pocket and pulled it out.
Wanna smoke it?
"If you'd like."
Sure. Why not? Not like my daughter'll see or God'll smite us for it.
Castiel nodded and lit the handrolled cigarette he'd received from Andy. Perhaps it would help . . . fortify him for what Chuck had planned.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but the graveyard is public, so it's also open. Jimmy's side of the convo, being entirely in Castiel's head, is not for broadcast.]