And then you wake up to fifty million tags, I'm so sorry.alifeordinaryMarch 30 2012, 01:35:31 UTC
[His foot comes into contact with the crate mid-step, and the metal door jerks forward to smack into the tub. He lets out a grunt, regains his balance, and feels around for the edge of it. Okay, there, awesome. Now, just... formulate a plan. They've got a nice bathroom, showering together's fine, but two dudes and a dog are going to be a tight squeeze.]
Where are you? Which side?
[Because he's got, just, really shitty night vision apparently, and he'd been too preoccupied trying not to fall over when Cas spoke a moment ago to use echolocation.
He doesn't answer the question about Sam. It's not whether he's smart enough- he is, the guy was in Stanford. It's whether he's sober enough, and whether or not he's going to be more concerned with if he's allowed to shoot up in his current location. Bobby's got a storm cellar in his basement, some old bunker they put in during world war two, or the cold war, or shit, some kind of war where everyone was afraid of dying. Whatever, either way, the thing could get them through a hurricane no problem. Dean's pretty sure Bobby's already rounded up Ellen, Ash, and Jo and stuffed them down there. He wouldn't put the old guy past trying to get Sam, either, but...
And there's the problem. That but. Dean doesn't know for sure, and Sam's just a big enough jackass to not go.]
NEVER BE SORRY. All of the tags. c:mojofreeApril 2 2012, 01:18:33 UTC
[He jumps slightly at the metallic clang of the door hitting the tub, drawing his arms a bit more tightly around Colt in an effort to keep him calm. Poor little dude's not happy, and Cas doesn't blame him at all. This is a lot more dire than he'd imagined it becoming when he'd heard the newscast earlier in the day, and as if the weather wasn't bad enough, Cas is worried about Sam too- they're not exactly bosom buddies, but he's a good guy when he's straight, and Cas certainly doesn't want to see anything happen to him.]
Left. Colt's in the middle, here-- [He scoops Colt up a bit more, makes sure his paws and tail aren't about to get stepped on.] --Okay. You're good.
[He takes Dean's silence for what it is: not good. It sounds like it's getting worse outside, and if cell reception is bad now he can't imagine it getting better any time soon... It's going to become harder to get in contact with anyone else before it gets better, and he's really just wishing this would all blow away.
The shop's going to be wrecked. Fuck, fuck the weather here.]
[He moves forward, socked feet nearly slipping in the tub when he steps in. Braces a hand against the tiled wall, and slides down, legs bumping Cas's and knees going up to his chest uncomfortably. As soon as he gets settled, he can feel the metal of the tap digging into his side, and he grunts unhappily, leaning uncomfortably away.]
Alright, hang on, I have a better idea.
[This is taking some serious fanagling, they're too tall for this shit, and Dean's so not spending all night with that metal bastard dripping on him. He shoves up again, steps over to Cas's side of the tub and nudges him forward.]
Stick your feet that way, kinda, face the shower, I'm gonna slide in behind you.
[Tub-meets-rowboat, even if Dean's knees are going to be pressed hard into the wall and the side of the tub, it's better than the alternative. And he feels a little better about it, too, as though having Cas between his legs will enable him to engage in protection mode better when things go down.
As though he'll be able to do anything useful other than cling and try not to shit himself if the tornado rips their roof off.]
[He feels Dean settling in, tries his very best to get out of the way... But no dice. They are too tall for this shit. Fucking midget bathtubs. When this is over they're getting a damn jacuzzi or something. Put Bath Fitter to work, he doesn't know. It really is uncomfortable, and so he's glad when Dean claims to have a better idea.
He shifts forward as Dean nudges his back, chuckling softly at the proposed postion.]
Kinky.
[Not really the time for it, but hey, this mood needs some serious lightening right about now. He's still as Dean settles himself into the tub for a second time, and yeah, that's worlds better. True, his legs are still bent in a way that he just knows is going to be hell in a few hours, and it's a tight fit, but it's definitely better than before. Colt whines and Cas passes his hand over his head soothingly as he tips his own back slightly against Dean's chest. Sighing, he stays that way for a second before reaching over the side of the tub to grab for his comforter.]
Might as well get comfortable.
[He knows that's not really what it's for, but hey, why the hell not?]
[Damn is all for the idea of having a nice little chat with the bath fitter people. Totally worth whatever the cost will be. All in the name of tornado safety, of course. Also, in the name of bathtub sex. He's sure bathtub sex is amazing. Apart from the water splashing all over the floor.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, he can't help a snort that comes out at Cas's cheerful kinky. He's pretty sure this is about as far as sexy as things can get. The town's getting it's ass tore up, his knee's being pressed into the wall, and there's a freaked-out dog whimpering in the background. Not his ideal night.
It's not so bad, with Cas's head pressed to his chest, but he's too wired about Sam to be able to take a deep breath and relax.]
Yeah. Guess so. Maybe being under the blanket'll calm him down a little.
[He shifts a bit, leans back against the cold wall. Outside, the hail picks up loudly, and he can hear the wind baring down on the side of the building. Distantly, there's the sound of breaking glass, but it doesn't seem to be coming from their apartment. Some poor bastard's windshield's probably toast.]
[Eh, that's what mops are for. Cas would imagine there's something to be said about the jets in one of those amazing giant bathtubs, and their totally practical uses during bathtub sex.
Bathtub sex is, admittedly, the furthest thing from his mind at this point though, the cramped space, the whole possible impending death and destruction thing... And of course the totally miserable dog whining between his legs all curled up in a ball. Nope, nothing sexy about it. It is nicer this way, though, and he settles the comforter around the three of them and relaxes just a bit against Dean's chest.]
It should. It's warm and dark, dogs like warm and dark, right?
[Or maybe Cas is thinking of himself. Warm and dark.. Mm. He's more than a little rattled too, certainly, but he'd also been sleeping not twenty minutes ago and his brain seems to be unwilling to give that up even under these most dire circumstances. It wins, too, for about two seconds, until that shattering-glass sound has him jerking up a bit, blinking around even though it'd sounded too far away to be any of their windows.
...And then the car alarm starts. Someone's gonna be pissed in the morning. He shifts a bit, moves one of his arms to rest it along the rim of the tub.]
[Those jets are something to think about. You know, some time when they aren't about to be horrendously torn apart by an act of God. An arm snakes around Cas's side to find Colt in the darkness, strokes a hand over his head by way of apology for shoving him into the crate a moment ago. Now that they're all safe and in one place, he can relax a little, though the thought of Sam out there still freaks his shit.]
Sounds reasonable enough. He was swan-diving for the underside of the couch, I'm guessing that was the reasoning there.
[He nods, tightens his arms around Cas when the breaking glass causes him to jerk. Not like there's anything either of them can do about it now, they've just got to wait it out. And it's the damn middle of the night. He wouldn't blame Cas for trying to sleep through it.]
No idea. Sounds like it was movin' pretty quick, but I missed a few days of Meteorology class. Just... try and relax, alright?
[He dug his hand into his pocket for his phone, lit up the room with a glow as he punched in Sam's number again.]
So I watched Storm Stories yesterday. GROSS. SOBBING. alkdfjhajkmojofreeApril 5 2012, 14:39:28 UTC
Probably. Poor little guy.
[New tub complete with jets needs to be a thing. There's no question, even if the tornado does rip their roof off, at least they'll have a nice bath to look forward to... Among other bathtub activities. And hey, if the place is demolished, they'll have an excuse. Silver lining.
He hums softly as that arm tightens around his waist, hand dropping to rest automatically atop Dean's. Relax, yeah, he'll get right on that. Just as soon as the hail and insane wind stop and the threat of imminent death passes. Sighing, he tips his head back against Dean's chest again, lets his heartbeat- which he notes is quicker than usual- serve as a sort of soothing rhythm, a balm against the furiously pounding hail and howling wind.]
Mm. Is this normal for the area?
[Tornados had been the furthest thing from anyone's mind where he's from; it's just not something he'd had to think about. He wonders if it's just the season or if this is a regular worry here... He supposes it would have been a good idea to look into these things before settling somewhere, but... He's glad he hadn't, for a very obvious reason.
He squints at the sudden burst of light, and he doesn't even need to question who it is that Dean's calling. Hopefully he'll get through this time.]
I have no idea what that is, but it sounds intense.alifeordinaryApril 10 2012, 09:17:54 UTC
[He does feel a little better as Cas leans into him. He's a physical creature by nature, so Cas's head against his chest is reaffirming and calming. Evidently Cold agrees, because the whining has quieted to just the occasional frightened whimper. It would almost be nice if it weren't for the hail, the tub digging into his knees, and the worry about Sam.
The phone rings, rings, rings, and he shakes his head at Cas's question.]
Not usually. You're bad luck, man. I still blame you for that time we got snowed in, and that time- Sam?
[He jerked upright, letting go of Cas's waist to push a finger into his free ear- as though it would possibly help. The storm's practically sucking out the signal, and wherever Sam is doesn't seem too much better. He can only get a few snatches. "-Ean.... oo- 'ear me? Ca-... obby's."]
Sam? Sam- hey- I can barely hear you, man, where the hell are you I've been calling-
[He gets a few more flickers of signal, enough to discern that he made it to the panic room at Bobby's, and evidently took Ruby with him. Shame, he was hoping the wicked witch would get crushed by a house or something. Still, at least Sam's okay. He hangs up the phone with a snap and leans back, head thumping tiredly against the wall behind him.]
It's a show about natural disasters ahahhaa it was a tornado episode XD appropriatemojofreeApril 11 2012, 02:37:04 UTC
[There's a snort of protest and Cas is about to make some comment about how every time shitty weather hits he's with Dean, but he hears that crackly voice on the other end of the phone and quiets immediately. Sam on the phone during a possible roof-ripping tornado? One of the few things that will actually kill snark dead.
He doesn't listen in, but considering Dean's not hopping up out of the tub to go stage a rescue, he thinks he can be pretty sure that Sam's made it to Bobby's. Just in case, though:]
He make it over there?
[He doesn't hear that thump, can't over the hail and the wind, but he does feel Dean's body relax just slightly. It's a relief, a sorely needed relief in the middle of the chaos outside.
Huh. Cas wonders if his family knows where he is, if they know what's going on here and if they're worried, if they even care at all. He doubts it.
...Fuck 'em. Because it's that easy, right? He reaches forward a bit, lets his hands palm over Colt's head, fingers stroking against his puppy-soft ears.]
Watching those shows is like watching car crashes. You just can't turn away.alifeordinaryApril 12 2012, 01:48:19 UTC
[He wouldn't have a problem with Cas listening in- hell, they're in a cramped tub in a darkened bathroom in the middle of a tornado, eavesdropping is the least of his worries. He stuffs the phone back in his pocket, though, and nods before he realizes Cas can't see him.]
Apparently like four hours ago. Asshole doesn't know how to use a goddamn phone apparently.
[It's lacking in anger, though. Hard to be pissed when he's so relieved Sam isn't passed out on a mattress in the middle of the freaking storm or something. It's getting louder, the wind picking up to scary levels, and every crack or bump makes his mind jump to oh fuck the roof is going next. So far, though, from what he can hear, their building seems mostly untouched, thank god for small miracles.]
for real dude, I eat that shit up. ..shows, not car accidentsmojofreeApril 13 2012, 02:01:12 UTC
[Yeah, the possibility of being picked up and sent to Oz is probably a more pressing concern than Cas hearing some static, huh?]
At least he's okay. And everyone else is there?
[Bobby, Ellen, Jo... He can't imagine Sam would just leave Ruby to die- as much as he's sure Dean wishes he would- Cas is pretty sure she's gotta be there too, and there's a moment of silence for everyone in that panic room. Aside from the whole Sam situation, and despite the fact that he's only actually met her once, Cas really just... Does not like her at all. There's something about the way she carries herself, the way she drags everyone down and something else that he can't place that just rubs him the wrong way. It's like she has this miasma of shit that follows her around. Totally harshed Cas's chill...
Though it's possible it'd been the fact that she'd made Dean so miserable that had been the real issue. Can't be sure, but either way, Cas has no love for Ruby.
...Also, no love for that crazy wind that sounds like it's just gonna blow the place right over. Man, how do people live here and not die from the stress? Unless they're all roofers, that'd be like Christmas every time it rained. Or something. There's an exceptionally loud bang (and answering whimper from Colt) and Cas shifts slightly, leaning back into Dean and sliding down a bit so that Cold can crawl up his chest if he so chooses.
Where are you? Which side?
[Because he's got, just, really shitty night vision apparently, and he'd been too preoccupied trying not to fall over when Cas spoke a moment ago to use echolocation.
He doesn't answer the question about Sam. It's not whether he's smart enough- he is, the guy was in Stanford. It's whether he's sober enough, and whether or not he's going to be more concerned with if he's allowed to shoot up in his current location. Bobby's got a storm cellar in his basement, some old bunker they put in during world war two, or the cold war, or shit, some kind of war where everyone was afraid of dying. Whatever, either way, the thing could get them through a hurricane no problem. Dean's pretty sure Bobby's already rounded up Ellen, Ash, and Jo and stuffed them down there. He wouldn't put the old guy past trying to get Sam, either, but...
And there's the problem. That but. Dean doesn't know for sure, and Sam's just a big enough jackass to not go.]
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Left. Colt's in the middle, here-- [He scoops Colt up a bit more, makes sure his paws and tail aren't about to get stepped on.] --Okay. You're good.
[He takes Dean's silence for what it is: not good. It sounds like it's getting worse outside, and if cell reception is bad now he can't imagine it getting better any time soon... It's going to become harder to get in contact with anyone else before it gets better, and he's really just wishing this would all blow away.
The shop's going to be wrecked. Fuck, fuck the weather here.]
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Alright, hang on, I have a better idea.
[This is taking some serious fanagling, they're too tall for this shit, and Dean's so not spending all night with that metal bastard dripping on him. He shoves up again, steps over to Cas's side of the tub and nudges him forward.]
Stick your feet that way, kinda, face the shower, I'm gonna slide in behind you.
[Tub-meets-rowboat, even if Dean's knees are going to be pressed hard into the wall and the side of the tub, it's better than the alternative. And he feels a little better about it, too, as though having Cas between his legs will enable him to engage in protection mode better when things go down.
As though he'll be able to do anything useful other than cling and try not to shit himself if the tornado rips their roof off.]
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He shifts forward as Dean nudges his back, chuckling softly at the proposed postion.]
Kinky.
[Not really the time for it, but hey, this mood needs some serious lightening right about now. He's still as Dean settles himself into the tub for a second time, and yeah, that's worlds better. True, his legs are still bent in a way that he just knows is going to be hell in a few hours, and it's a tight fit, but it's definitely better than before. Colt whines and Cas passes his hand over his head soothingly as he tips his own back slightly against Dean's chest. Sighing, he stays that way for a second before reaching over the side of the tub to grab for his comforter.]
Might as well get comfortable.
[He knows that's not really what it's for, but hey, why the hell not?]
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Despite the seriousness of the situation, he can't help a snort that comes out at Cas's cheerful kinky. He's pretty sure this is about as far as sexy as things can get. The town's getting it's ass tore up, his knee's being pressed into the wall, and there's a freaked-out dog whimpering in the background. Not his ideal night.
It's not so bad, with Cas's head pressed to his chest, but he's too wired about Sam to be able to take a deep breath and relax.]
Yeah. Guess so. Maybe being under the blanket'll calm him down a little.
[He shifts a bit, leans back against the cold wall. Outside, the hail picks up loudly, and he can hear the wind baring down on the side of the building. Distantly, there's the sound of breaking glass, but it doesn't seem to be coming from their apartment. Some poor bastard's windshield's probably toast.]
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Bathtub sex is, admittedly, the furthest thing from his mind at this point though, the cramped space, the whole possible impending death and destruction thing... And of course the totally miserable dog whining between his legs all curled up in a ball. Nope, nothing sexy about it. It is nicer this way, though, and he settles the comforter around the three of them and relaxes just a bit against Dean's chest.]
It should. It's warm and dark, dogs like warm and dark, right?
[Or maybe Cas is thinking of himself. Warm and dark.. Mm. He's more than a little rattled too, certainly, but he'd also been sleeping not twenty minutes ago and his brain seems to be unwilling to give that up even under these most dire circumstances. It wins, too, for about two seconds, until that shattering-glass sound has him jerking up a bit, blinking around even though it'd sounded too far away to be any of their windows.
...And then the car alarm starts. Someone's gonna be pissed in the morning. He shifts a bit, moves one of his arms to rest it along the rim of the tub.]
Wonder how long it'll be until it blows over.
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Sounds reasonable enough. He was swan-diving for the underside of the couch, I'm guessing that was the reasoning there.
[He nods, tightens his arms around Cas when the breaking glass causes him to jerk. Not like there's anything either of them can do about it now, they've just got to wait it out. And it's the damn middle of the night. He wouldn't blame Cas for trying to sleep through it.]
No idea. Sounds like it was movin' pretty quick, but I missed a few days of Meteorology class. Just... try and relax, alright?
[He dug his hand into his pocket for his phone, lit up the room with a glow as he punched in Sam's number again.]
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[New tub complete with jets needs to be a thing. There's no question, even if the tornado does rip their roof off, at least they'll have a nice bath to look forward to... Among other bathtub activities. And hey, if the place is demolished, they'll have an excuse. Silver lining.
He hums softly as that arm tightens around his waist, hand dropping to rest automatically atop Dean's. Relax, yeah, he'll get right on that. Just as soon as the hail and insane wind stop and the threat of imminent death passes. Sighing, he tips his head back against Dean's chest again, lets his heartbeat- which he notes is quicker than usual- serve as a sort of soothing rhythm, a balm against the furiously pounding hail and howling wind.]
Mm. Is this normal for the area?
[Tornados had been the furthest thing from anyone's mind where he's from; it's just not something he'd had to think about. He wonders if it's just the season or if this is a regular worry here... He supposes it would have been a good idea to look into these things before settling somewhere, but... He's glad he hadn't, for a very obvious reason.
He squints at the sudden burst of light, and he doesn't even need to question who it is that Dean's calling. Hopefully he'll get through this time.]
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The phone rings, rings, rings, and he shakes his head at Cas's question.]
Not usually. You're bad luck, man. I still blame you for that time we got snowed in, and that time- Sam?
[He jerked upright, letting go of Cas's waist to push a finger into his free ear- as though it would possibly help. The storm's practically sucking out the signal, and wherever Sam is doesn't seem too much better. He can only get a few snatches. "-Ean.... oo- 'ear me? Ca-... obby's."]
Sam? Sam- hey- I can barely hear you, man, where the hell are you I've been calling-
[He gets a few more flickers of signal, enough to discern that he made it to the panic room at Bobby's, and evidently took Ruby with him. Shame, he was hoping the wicked witch would get crushed by a house or something. Still, at least Sam's okay. He hangs up the phone with a snap and leans back, head thumping tiredly against the wall behind him.]
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He doesn't listen in, but considering Dean's not hopping up out of the tub to go stage a rescue, he thinks he can be pretty sure that Sam's made it to Bobby's. Just in case, though:]
He make it over there?
[He doesn't hear that thump, can't over the hail and the wind, but he does feel Dean's body relax just slightly. It's a relief, a sorely needed relief in the middle of the chaos outside.
Huh. Cas wonders if his family knows where he is, if they know what's going on here and if they're worried, if they even care at all. He doubts it.
...Fuck 'em. Because it's that easy, right? He reaches forward a bit, lets his hands palm over Colt's head, fingers stroking against his puppy-soft ears.]
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Apparently like four hours ago. Asshole doesn't know how to use a goddamn phone apparently.
[It's lacking in anger, though. Hard to be pissed when he's so relieved Sam isn't passed out on a mattress in the middle of the freaking storm or something. It's getting louder, the wind picking up to scary levels, and every crack or bump makes his mind jump to oh fuck the roof is going next. So far, though, from what he can hear, their building seems mostly untouched, thank god for small miracles.]
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At least he's okay. And everyone else is there?
[Bobby, Ellen, Jo... He can't imagine Sam would just leave Ruby to die- as much as he's sure Dean wishes he would- Cas is pretty sure she's gotta be there too, and there's a moment of silence for everyone in that panic room. Aside from the whole Sam situation, and despite the fact that he's only actually met her once, Cas really just... Does not like her at all. There's something about the way she carries herself, the way she drags everyone down and something else that he can't place that just rubs him the wrong way. It's like she has this miasma of shit that follows her around. Totally harshed Cas's chill...
Though it's possible it'd been the fact that she'd made Dean so miserable that had been the real issue. Can't be sure, but either way, Cas has no love for Ruby.
...Also, no love for that crazy wind that sounds like it's just gonna blow the place right over. Man, how do people live here and not die from the stress? Unless they're all roofers, that'd be like Christmas every time it rained. Or something. There's an exceptionally loud bang (and answering whimper from Colt) and Cas shifts slightly, leaning back into Dean and sliding down a bit so that Cold can crawl up his chest if he so chooses.
Always nice to have options.]
Holy shit. This is unbelievable.
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