Cas is Back in Town (although he never left. OTA, tag friends and canonmates)
Name. . . CASTIEL
Current Status. . .
. . . UNKNOWN.
Feeling. . . LETHARGIC.
Location. . . HAURVATAT? STILL.
Surroundings. . .
Cas opened his eyes and squinted a bit. He found himself sitting up on a bench in the park. Trees, flowers, shrubs and a lot of green, green grass- those were his surroundings. With a groan he shifted, moving a hand to rub his forehead. Had he been sleeping again? Dreaming. At least this time it wasn't a nightmare. It did, however, leave him with a feeling of dread at the pit of his stomach. The dream felt like a reboot, as if his innermost workings were being tampered with just as Naomi had done. This time, however, he didn't feel any pain.
He thought he'd find blood on his face, maybe some metal picks in his forehead as if he'd had another angel lobotomy, but he was fine. His vitals were good, and he was in top condition. So why was he dreaming then?
Angels dreaming were usually signs of something being wrong.
He stood up and searched the village with uneasiness. It may have only looked like he was looking over the field but he was searching much further than that. His mind fell upon the source that had been leaving him on edge: The Mark of Cain.
Castiel innerly scolded himself for having fallen asleep when his best friend still had such a mark on his being. Everything he had considered doing for Dean and the symbol on his arm didn't seem like it would work, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.
He didn't know how long he'd been out here in such a state, so he decided it was best to start heading back to his apartment to check up on his doxie, Bernie.
[[Note: If anyone was nearby, they would have heard him speaking Enochian in his sleep, muttering what is bolded above over and over.]]
Current Status. . .
. . . UNKNOWN.
Feeling. . . LETHARGIC.
Location. . . HAURVATAT? STILL.
Surroundings. . .
Cas opened his eyes and squinted a bit. He found himself sitting up on a bench in the park. Trees, flowers, shrubs and a lot of green, green grass- those were his surroundings. With a groan he shifted, moving a hand to rub his forehead. Had he been sleeping again? Dreaming. At least this time it wasn't a nightmare. It did, however, leave him with a feeling of dread at the pit of his stomach. The dream felt like a reboot, as if his innermost workings were being tampered with just as Naomi had done. This time, however, he didn't feel any pain.
He thought he'd find blood on his face, maybe some metal picks in his forehead as if he'd had another angel lobotomy, but he was fine. His vitals were good, and he was in top condition. So why was he dreaming then?
Angels dreaming were usually signs of something being wrong.
He stood up and searched the village with uneasiness. It may have only looked like he was looking over the field but he was searching much further than that. His mind fell upon the source that had been leaving him on edge: The Mark of Cain.
Castiel innerly scolded himself for having fallen asleep when his best friend still had such a mark on his being. Everything he had considered doing for Dean and the symbol on his arm didn't seem like it would work, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.
He didn't know how long he'd been out here in such a state, so he decided it was best to start heading back to his apartment to check up on his doxie, Bernie.
[[Note: If anyone was nearby, they would have heard him speaking Enochian in his sleep, muttering what is bolded above over and over.]]