A celebration with beer. Hunters getting hammered ((closed RP, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby))

[junkyard_hunter]

“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”

“You know you brother, he’s always

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Castiel and Death

[endlessgoth]

It wasn't easy for Death to find her way back to her realm without her sigil. Which isn't to say that it was impossible; it was simply a little trickier for her to negotiate the trip, especially around the powerful magic that warded the entire school. The additional power housed in her sigil would have made the attempt easier, but she saw no reason to disturb Castiel or the Winchesters for the evening to retrieve it. Other powerful entities had negotiated ways to Hogwarts and back, so it was only a matter of time before she managed the same

Re: Castiel and Death

[nerdofthelord]

Firewhiskey. It had to be. Cas had known from the beginning the stuff was potent. He just hadn't realized it was concentrated liquid evil.His head had started to hurt when Dean ran into him, had only gotten worse as he'd retched up what felt like everything he'd ingested since he arrived at Hogwarts, and now the pain was so severe it had him completely immobilized and wishing his skull would just split open and get it over with

[endlessgoth]

She felt her heart sink at Castiel’s pitiable state and quickly closed the door behind her, dousing the lights a moment later. “Oh guys."

Death crossed the floor to sit on the edge of the bed. The less than pleasant smell told gave her at least some idea of what was wrong. It didn’t explain everything, or the frantic nature of Sam’s note, but first she had to make sure he was all right. The rest would have to wait. "Why didn't you call me?" she asked her voice thick with worry.

While she had never been drunk herself, time spent around more experienced souls like John Constantine and Hob Gadling gave her at least an idea of what she needed to do. Rather than summon a house elf, she focused her power and manifested a small glass of water. Her fingertips were cool and gentle on his forehead, “Can you sit up a little? Your vessel’s dehydrated, Jimmy needs some water.”

[nerdofthelord]

"I know. I tried. Head hurts," he muttered, but he gathered himself and propped up on one elbow with an effort, hoping he could manage that much without--

It was a good thing his stomach was already empty. He clapped a hand to his mouth and gagged, waiting several long, intensely distressing moments before the nausea and the accompanying spike of pain receded enough that he could try a few small, cautious swallows. The water did seem to help a little almost immediately, but he couldn't handle much at a time and soon put a hand over the glass, sinking back onto the bed with a groan.

"Thanks. Too much firewhiskey," he said by way of explanation. "And Dean--he's so angry with me." The aftereffects of the liquor meant nothing. He'd shake them off soon enough, but the damage he feared he had done to the friendship he valued most could take a long time to heal.

[endlessgoth]

Death slipped a supporting arm beneath his shoulders as he struggled to rise. When he pushed the water away, she helped ease him back down, setting the water within close reach.

She wanted to gather him into her arms, to hold him and soothe his pain and distress away, but given the rather perilous reaction he had in attempting to sit up, she was afraid that it would only make him feel worse. Instead, she swung her legs onto the bed, curling as close to him as she dared, trying to offer what comfort she could simply with her presence. Her fingers traced the side of his cheek with a light, feathery touch.

“Why is he angry? What happened?” she asked gently.

If Dean had something to do with this, they were going to have a little chat in the very near future.

[nerdofthelord]

He drew a long, shuddering breath and let it out again. "I told him about something I did. Before I rebelled, before Lucifer rose.

"He--he and and Bobby had Sam locked up so he couldn't kill Lilith and break the last Seal." He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing his temples. Would she be angry too? How many people had she been called upon to collect because of what he had done? "I let him out. On Zachariah's orders. I allowed it to happen."

His voice caught in his throat as he tried to carry on. "I promised Jimmy I would protect his family, and demons had them--all three of them--and they wouldn't let me help unless I did what they said. Not just that, either." He turned his head away, tears welling up. "I gave Anna to them. She trusted me, and I turned her in. The next time I saw her they'd broken her so badly she was trying to kill Sam, and Michael, he--he burned her alive, and--" He broke off with a sob, clutching at his head with both hands. "God, my head--"

[endlessgoth]

Oh yes. She and Dean were going to talkThe look on her face was utterly heartbroken as she slowly drew him into her arms, giving him enough time to pull away if the movement made him ill again. They had never really spoken of the time before Castiel rebelled. He had simply indicated that there were things he had done that he wasn’t proud of, and Death had never pressed the issue. Everyone had those moments in their lives, and she understood that

[nerdofthelord]

His stomach roiled again, a little, but he needed the comfort badly enough to force it down and turn into her warmth. He'd never cried in front of anyone else before (and only once when alone, perhaps not coincidentally when he was also profoundly drunk,) and wouldn't have started now no matter how upset he was, but the pain in his head became excruciating when he tried to suppress the impulse. Thankfully, though, once he'd stopped fighting it the fit didn't last very long

[endlessgoth]

Her heart ached for Castiel; for the suffering that Heaven had inflicted and the terrible choice that had been forced upon him. Death held him close and secure, crooning to him softly as he wept in her arms. When the storm finally subsided and he lay calm and still against her, she dried his remaining tears, leaning to press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“It might be worth getting upset about,” she allowed at last, “but you’re part of his family. I might not know Dean as well as you do, but I know that family is important to him. When his head’s clearer, he won’t be angry with you.”

There was a brief shifting and the brought the glass down to him, her arm slipping beneath his shoulders to help him sit up a little easier. After a few more cautious sips, she drew him close again. “Try and get some sleep. I’ve got you, love.” She stared up at the ceiling, holding him in the quiet dark. Finally she whispered something very faintly.

“I’ve got him, Jimmy. I’ve got him.”