[castiel † 1] For they cannot sleep unless they have done wrong;

[rushofwingbeats]

Who: Castiel and you!
Where: Near the southeastern forests of Espoir.
Style: Whatever you want! I'm flexible
Status: Open.

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[nouniform]

Sorata's walking along, quickly because of the weather-it's colder than Japan here, he's just not used to it, puts his whole tough and from the country thing to shame-he's in a hurry to get home. As he takes a possible shortcut, debating whether or not to just use his power to run back, he spots a figure on a bench.

He automatically slows, and then speeds up again when he sees the person's eyes are closed, stopping in front of the bench and grasping the man by the right shoulder. "Hey! Mister! Are you alright?"

[rushofwingbeats]

When Sorata pushes him, Castiel wakes up. If Sorata has any weird sense powers, he'll feel something big and nasty and hot as the angel startles awake, and even if he's perfectly normal there might be prickling on the back of his neck like a static breeze and a bad hunch.

Instantly there's a long silver dagger in his hand (it must have come from his waist but there's no evident sheath), and Castiel's lips pressed tight in alertness.

He looks around his environment once or twice before settling back onto the bench, the blade suddenly gone. He seems to have realized that an angel is not about to kill him. Then, he focuses on Sorata.

"Did you wake me?" It's more of a demand than a question.

[nouniform]

He tries to hide the wince. It's a strange feeling, sensing magic- a kind of painful ringing in his ears, as though he just shot up or down two miles. It's not a pleasant feeling. But he forces a smile, holding up his left hand to show it is empty. His right hand is empty, too, but paralyzed- he couldn't bend his fingers if he tried, so he doesn't bother showing it. "Relax, mister! An' of course I did! I'm glad you're alright! You shouldn't sleep out in the snow!"

[rushofwingbeats]

Once Castiel realizes it's only this person - Sorata, from their conversation last night, he suddenly notices - he calms down, more distracted by his body then Sorata's attempts to show he's peaceful.

"Thank you for your consideration, but I'm not cold," he says, staring at his knees like they're lying to him. He looks up at Sorata, studying him rather intently. "Do you know how long I was asleep?"

[nouniform]

He blinks. Now that he's not thinking someone is freezing to death, or being threatened on reflex, he recognizes that voice. "Not a clue! But your colorin' don't look that bad…" he kind of leans in a little, peering to try and see. "Hey, you're that angel guy, ain't ya?"

[rushofwingbeats]

"I'm not cold, but thank you for your consideration, and yes, I am 'that angel guy.'" He would have liked to see his brothers here, and how they handed the casual disrespect of these inhabitants. Of course, Castiel was used to the general abuse from Dean. "And you're Sorata. It's nice to meet you in person."

[nouniform]

"An' likewise to ya." He is cold, on the other hand, and can't help but doubt Castiel. "Even if you don't feel cold, you can't sleep outside."

[rushofwingbeats]

"Yes." It's only now that he's looking at the cottages they're surrounded by, considering. He's never needed a place to sleep, and obviously Heaven was his home previous to this, or any of the various Winchester motel rooms. Do these places need rent? Does he need an occupation?

"Is there a place I can stay?"

[nouniform]

"Uh, well…" he knows the answer, he just feels very weird about what it is. "From what I'm hearin', you just pick an empty one an' settle in. I dunno 'bout that though, it sounds kinda relaxed. Of course, I also did that…"

[rushofwingbeats]

"There's no.....property laws?" It certainly was more appealing than needing some sort of occupation or dealing with money. He had no cash, after all, and he just wasn't capable at pool the way Dean and Sam had always been. Plus, he felt a little bad cheating humans out of their money. "You just move in?"

[nouniform]

"That's 'bout what everyone keeps sayin'." It's useful, but he still feels weird about it. "But ya can get a job if you wanna, I guess. An' I heard somewhere that you get paid for dreams, so maybe you can figure out how ta pay rent anyway…" He's really speaking more of himself, despite the 'you's.

[rushofwingbeats]

How strange. He knits his eyebrows together as he considers it, looking at the nearby houses. This one looks occupied, but he finds himself confident not all of them have been taken. And that will be somewhere to sleep. It's important to be protected when you're asleep - helpless. Vulnerable.

"I'd prefer not to pay if I don't have to." He considers. "Thank you. You've been helpful."

[nouniform]

He shrugs it off. "Just so long as you don't sleep outside anymore," he says in a mildly scolding tone. "You might be an angel but it still ain't healthy."

[rushofwingbeats]

"I appreciate your concern, but I've done much worse things to....my body and have come out all right." He stands up, adjusting his coat. "I will see if there is an abandoned house for me to sleep in."

[nouniform]

"Well, I can't order you not to…" Maybe it'll turn out alright? "Just don't let me catch you bein' reckless again."

[rushofwingbeats]

The chastisement makes him give Sorata a kind of look, mostly confused, maybe with a side of unimpressed. Humans are more similar to each other than it seems, at first glance. All they do is think they can somehow punish everyone else for disobedience. He lets it drop, though.

"I'm going to look for somewhere to sleep," he announces. There's a rush of air and the sound of wingbeats and quite suddenly he's gone.