Castiel - Cas Away
Fandom: Supernatural/A very popular TV Show involving an Island/Another popular movie involving an Island and a Volleyball
Title: Cas Away
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, mentions of the Winchesters, and a bunch of other random characters types that you might recognize even though they have different names.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 508: Changing Channels. Crack. Lots and lots of crack.
Summary: Jim Herder was crying. Again.
Author’s Note: Happy birthday risingfire! So, a while back, she and I went to NJ Con and sat in on a Misha Collins panel. In that panel, when asked what he would like to see for his character in Season 6, and he answered that Season 6 was all about Cas, on an island, with a volleyball as his only friend. He clearly needs to be careful who he says these things to. Now, granted, this isn’t the exact idea, but they didn’t exactly say where Cas went in TV Land when Gabriel snapped him out, so … this is my take on it. More or less.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. With the exception of my spoofs. Everything else belongs to Kripke and JJ Abrams. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Jim Herder was crying. Again.
This was clearly a waste of time.
He should have known Gabriel would pull something like this. Castiel wasn’t sure what he was after, considering that he hadn’t played a part in the politics of Heaven for some time now. He abandoned their family ages ago, claiming that he wanted nothing to do with them, but he was choosing to intervene now. This had the potential to be a rather large problem, especially considering that he had managed to transport Dean and Sam to this dimension as well, but it was something he was going to have to consider another time. For now, he needed to get off this … island. Castiel really wanted to be rid of this island.
It was hot. His vessel wasn’t dressed appropriately for this kind of weather. There were also people on this island, along with wreckage of what could have been a plane. Now, though, they had moved themselves into some kind of camp. Since his arrival on the island, someone had died, there was a polar bear-an illogical occurrence on a tropical island, and this was probably the fifth time that Jim had started crying.
“I do not understand. Why are you crying?”
This wasn’t the first location that Castiel had been sent to. When he first arrived in Gabriel’s strange world, he found himself in the home of three sisters who happened to be witches. Good witches, not bad ones, which was a concept he didn’t understand considering witches had to sell their souls to demons for power and therefore the power itself was inherently evil, but that didn’t seem to apply here. They didn’t seem to do much demon fighting, either. They mostly just talked a lot about their need for what they called a normal life, reading through their giant old book for information, and wearing clothing that showed far too much cleavage. They also tended to shout his name, loudly, fairly often, believing him to act as some kind of guardian angel and mediator, and when they did actually fight demons, all that seemed to be accomplished was the destruction of a large amount of furniture-which they also proceeded to complain about. It was very strange, and Castiel was happy to escape there and find his way to the Winchesters when he did.
Finding Gabriel and then being transported to this island only proved to make things worse. The people here were twice as emotional and all seemed to be scared of another group of people they called the ‘Others.’ Castiel didn’t know what was ‘other’ about them, but the few times he had teleported back there to see what they were doing and if there was a possible exit out of this world, he had been greeted with gunfire and an angry mob. He had no intention of returning there again unless he absolutely had to.
Or they were sleeping.
Castiel stared expectantly at the man in front of him-who was still crying-and eventually Jim managed to compose himself long enough to get out a few words.
“It’s just … so hard. I’m trying to pull these people together and get us to work as a team, and they keep dying, and fighting with each other.” He looked at Castiel with a look that Castiel had never seen before on a grown man. “I just want us all to survive.”
“I see.” He didn’t. It just seemed to be the thing to say to get people to go away. For Jim, it happened to work. He wandered off to talk to the woman who seemed to be running from something in her past, and the assertive woman who used to be an ‘Other’ but was now talking the side of the people in the camps. He wasn’t even really sure why she was still here, or what her purpose was, but for some reason she had stayed, so he assumed that he would figure it out at a later date.
He was about to return to the shoreline to try and teleport over the ocean again when he heard a familiar voice come from behind him. “Well. You seem to be blending in well.”
Castiel turned quickly on his heel to face his brother, face set in a stony glare. “Let me go, Gabriel.”
Gabriel smirked a bit, before tipping his head to the side as he started to move closer. “That depends. Have you learned your lesson yet?”
“What … lesson?” he blinked, clearly confused. “I was merely trying to help Sam and Dean so we can focus on stopping Lucifer from destroying the world. You would think that after spending all these years among the humans you would want to do the same.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that if they’re gonna start something, they might as well finish it. And that you should know better than to try and go against the family.”
Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “These people do not deserve to die when their only crime is existence. They made their choices, but that doesn’t mean they deserve to die the way Lucifer or the angels have planned.” He paused for a moment, giving him a hard look. “Our Father will help us. I just have to find him.”
“Find him?” Gabriel barked. “You know better than that.” His head tipped to the side, before a small smirk crossed his face. “Or maybe you just need to learn a lesson about looking for things you can’t find.”
Castiel’s face scrunched in confusion, not sure what Gabriel was getting at up until he raised a hand to snap his fingers. The next thing Castiel knew, a large cloud of black smoke was charging towards him.
“That is not good.”
He brought up his hands to protect his face, and when the smoke cleared, he was on an island still, but a different one. There was a small lean-to set up next to him, a fire pit for what he could only assume was cooking food and warmth, and on a stump near where he was sitting, there was a medium sized white ball with a red handprint painted on the front. There were no other people around-just the island and the ball.
This was going to be a very, very long wait.
Perhaps it was time for him to sit for a little while.
Title: Cas Away
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, mentions of the Winchesters, and a bunch of other random characters types that you might recognize even though they have different names.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 508: Changing Channels. Crack. Lots and lots of crack.
Summary: Jim Herder was crying. Again.
Author’s Note: Happy birthday risingfire! So, a while back, she and I went to NJ Con and sat in on a Misha Collins panel. In that panel, when asked what he would like to see for his character in Season 6, and he answered that Season 6 was all about Cas, on an island, with a volleyball as his only friend. He clearly needs to be careful who he says these things to. Now, granted, this isn’t the exact idea, but they didn’t exactly say where Cas went in TV Land when Gabriel snapped him out, so … this is my take on it. More or less.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. With the exception of my spoofs. Everything else belongs to Kripke and JJ Abrams. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Jim Herder was crying. Again.
This was clearly a waste of time.
He should have known Gabriel would pull something like this. Castiel wasn’t sure what he was after, considering that he hadn’t played a part in the politics of Heaven for some time now. He abandoned their family ages ago, claiming that he wanted nothing to do with them, but he was choosing to intervene now. This had the potential to be a rather large problem, especially considering that he had managed to transport Dean and Sam to this dimension as well, but it was something he was going to have to consider another time. For now, he needed to get off this … island. Castiel really wanted to be rid of this island.
It was hot. His vessel wasn’t dressed appropriately for this kind of weather. There were also people on this island, along with wreckage of what could have been a plane. Now, though, they had moved themselves into some kind of camp. Since his arrival on the island, someone had died, there was a polar bear-an illogical occurrence on a tropical island, and this was probably the fifth time that Jim had started crying.
“I do not understand. Why are you crying?”
This wasn’t the first location that Castiel had been sent to. When he first arrived in Gabriel’s strange world, he found himself in the home of three sisters who happened to be witches. Good witches, not bad ones, which was a concept he didn’t understand considering witches had to sell their souls to demons for power and therefore the power itself was inherently evil, but that didn’t seem to apply here. They didn’t seem to do much demon fighting, either. They mostly just talked a lot about their need for what they called a normal life, reading through their giant old book for information, and wearing clothing that showed far too much cleavage. They also tended to shout his name, loudly, fairly often, believing him to act as some kind of guardian angel and mediator, and when they did actually fight demons, all that seemed to be accomplished was the destruction of a large amount of furniture-which they also proceeded to complain about. It was very strange, and Castiel was happy to escape there and find his way to the Winchesters when he did.
Finding Gabriel and then being transported to this island only proved to make things worse. The people here were twice as emotional and all seemed to be scared of another group of people they called the ‘Others.’ Castiel didn’t know what was ‘other’ about them, but the few times he had teleported back there to see what they were doing and if there was a possible exit out of this world, he had been greeted with gunfire and an angry mob. He had no intention of returning there again unless he absolutely had to.
Or they were sleeping.
Castiel stared expectantly at the man in front of him-who was still crying-and eventually Jim managed to compose himself long enough to get out a few words.
“It’s just … so hard. I’m trying to pull these people together and get us to work as a team, and they keep dying, and fighting with each other.” He looked at Castiel with a look that Castiel had never seen before on a grown man. “I just want us all to survive.”
“I see.” He didn’t. It just seemed to be the thing to say to get people to go away. For Jim, it happened to work. He wandered off to talk to the woman who seemed to be running from something in her past, and the assertive woman who used to be an ‘Other’ but was now talking the side of the people in the camps. He wasn’t even really sure why she was still here, or what her purpose was, but for some reason she had stayed, so he assumed that he would figure it out at a later date.
He was about to return to the shoreline to try and teleport over the ocean again when he heard a familiar voice come from behind him. “Well. You seem to be blending in well.”
Castiel turned quickly on his heel to face his brother, face set in a stony glare. “Let me go, Gabriel.”
Gabriel smirked a bit, before tipping his head to the side as he started to move closer. “That depends. Have you learned your lesson yet?”
“What … lesson?” he blinked, clearly confused. “I was merely trying to help Sam and Dean so we can focus on stopping Lucifer from destroying the world. You would think that after spending all these years among the humans you would want to do the same.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that if they’re gonna start something, they might as well finish it. And that you should know better than to try and go against the family.”
Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “These people do not deserve to die when their only crime is existence. They made their choices, but that doesn’t mean they deserve to die the way Lucifer or the angels have planned.” He paused for a moment, giving him a hard look. “Our Father will help us. I just have to find him.”
“Find him?” Gabriel barked. “You know better than that.” His head tipped to the side, before a small smirk crossed his face. “Or maybe you just need to learn a lesson about looking for things you can’t find.”
Castiel’s face scrunched in confusion, not sure what Gabriel was getting at up until he raised a hand to snap his fingers. The next thing Castiel knew, a large cloud of black smoke was charging towards him.
“That is not good.”
He brought up his hands to protect his face, and when the smoke cleared, he was on an island still, but a different one. There was a small lean-to set up next to him, a fire pit for what he could only assume was cooking food and warmth, and on a stump near where he was sitting, there was a medium sized white ball with a red handprint painted on the front. There were no other people around-just the island and the ball.
This was going to be a very, very long wait.
Perhaps it was time for him to sit for a little while.