Adjusting to mortality ((closed RP, Death, Castiel))

[endlessgoth]

Newly mortal thanks to a temporal spell going a little awry, Death left Sakon and Ukon with a wave and a smile. They were cute and she was utterly charmed by the brash little puppet and the shy puppetmaster

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[endlessgoth]

He was hovering, a little, but she didn’t mind. If he was close, she could keep her thoughts occupied and not stuck in some worrisome cycle of what-ifs and the multitude of ways that things could go wrong for them. New life was a serious enough matter for a mortal, never mind an angel and a transformed personification. But as long as Castiel was with her and he was calm, she could be as well. Dwelling on her fear wasn’t going to serve any productive purpose.

“The book says it might be a couple of weeks before we know anything,” she said slowly. Weeks. That was a long time to try and extend the spell, and an even longer time to be left wondering. “I think I can prolong the effects of the spell that long.” Her sigil would grant her the necessary power to continue the odd temporal bend that surrounded her, keeping her from reverting to normal.

Death looked surprised at the mention of Gabriel. It made sense… provided they could wrangle a straight answer out of the archangel. He had been all over, and his penchant for hedonism was legendary in most immortal circles. Even if he hadn’t made the same mistake, (and provided Castiel could get his older brother to focus) he might be able to help them.

“If you think you can get an answer out of him,” she said finally.

[nerdofthelord]

A few weeks had never felt like such a long time to him before. And that was just until they had an answer. What were they going to do if it was the answer they feared?

He shook his head slightly. "I can only try." Gabriel was capable of taking things seriously...when there was an Apocalypse in progress and he was trapped in a circle of holy fire. Whether he'd do the same for a younger brother who'd committed an act of irresponsible stupidity, well, there was only one way to find out. "At the moment, I haven't got any better ideas."

[endlessgoth]

She nodded, trying desperately to tamp down on a fresh swell of anxiety. There had to be some way for her to get a handle on this - both of them. They couldn't spend the next couple of weeks trapped in a haze of fear and anxious waiting. She also couldn't spend that time hiding her mortality.

"It's worth a try. He might at least have an idea on what we should do."

Death wrapped her arms around him, sighing quietly. "What are we going to tell the others? Should we? They're probably going to wonder why I'm not exactly, you know, normal."

[nerdofthelord]

He kissed her hair, holding her close and debating. "If they ask, tell them the truth about the spell going wrong. If they offer to help try to reverse it," and they might, Bobby in particular, "say that you've got some business to attend to first that can best be dealt with as a mortal." It was at least a half-truth, and shouldn't worry their friends overmuch.

"If it turns out that we have real news, well, of course we'll tell them." He had no doubt that the hunters, once the obligatory round of 'Idjits!' and 'No way, seriously? Dude!' and 'What the hell were you thinking?' was out of the way, would do anything that they could to help.

[endlessgoth]

If.

That word was going to be a constant presence hovering over them for some time. She closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace. Fear of the unknown was gradually being overtaken by a much warmer feeling and Death let it wash over her. She loved him and as long as Castiel was there to face an uncertain future with her, they could do this.

“You’re right. There’s no sense in worrying them too.”

"And we'll, um, have to figure out how to be, careful." Just incase.