(Untitled)

[little_moons]

The month goes on, and we get closer to the holidays. I bury myself in work, in looking after the girls, in hanging out with my friends, trying to give myself as little time alone as possible. Making sure I don't have too much time to think. To dwell

Comments

[godless_son]

Being human is monotonous, humiliating and irritating

[havenoplans]

In his mortal form, Thor eats about as much as most others breathe: constantly. Some might think his stomach endless for the way he puts food away, and though he favours the fare found on the island proper, if only because he is free, then, to hunt for himself, tonight's meal at the Winchester is nevertheless delicious, and he eats it with his typical gusto.

However, it is upon waiting for another helping that he catches sight of an unusual man, his attire seeming considerably more modern than Thor believed possible given the magics at work these past few weeks. More than that, though, the man's expression was out of place. He looked distinctly uncomfortable. Curious (and wanting, perhaps, to help), Thor invites himself over to the stranger's table.

"Are you all right?"

[godless_son]

Castiel stares up at the large, very large man, forgetting for a moment to nod. He has been told some things will become more natural but while he has picked up a number of human expressions it is tiring to always remember he must alter his behavior to be understood. Adapt, is the correct word.

"I am physically fine," he answers, folding and unfolding his hands from his lap. "I am Castiel. You and I have not met. Are you...enjoying the party?"

[havenoplans]

This Castiel and Hogun would get along well, thinks Thor to himself, taking the seat across the stranger for his own; perhaps they could frown at each other, meaningfully.

"I am Thor Odinson," he replies in turn, bowing his head slightly with the greeting. "And I am, indeed. But if I may ask, why so grim? Do you not enjoy the food?"

[godless_son]

"You are Thor, the Norse God?" he asks, perking up a bit at this information. He knows the name, and of his power, if it is the same being.

"I have heard your name, and the food is not displeasing, but I am still adjusting to the after effects of digestion and general bodily functions."

[little_moons]

In front of him, two children appear, blonde and green-eyed, staring openly and shamelessly. One of them, the bolder of the two, steps forward and offers a tiny, china tea cup.

"Do you want some? It's chocolate," she says, sloshing a little of the hot cocoa down the side of the cup.

[godless_son]

Castiel freezes, looking down at the children and stopping himself from physically recoiling. If humans are baffling, children are incomprehensible. Granted, his experience with them is extremely limited but they are difficult to understand and sticky.

"No," he says, pausing before remembering to add a, "But thank you. You should have an adult supervising you. You are not very old."

[little_moons]

"We're four," the quieter of the two says, as if that were ancient, and clearly old enough to grant them free reign over the entire city.

"Why are you wearing a coat?" asks the other, "You're all sweaty."

[godless_son]

"These are my clothes," he explains, frowning down at them. He does not want to sweat but he has no control anymore over this vessel whatsoever.

"And four is not very old. I have existed since practically the beginning of everything. You cannot count high enough to understand how old I am. Where are your parents?" Castiel does not particularly want to go find them, but they should not be allowed to run free in such a dangerous place.

[little_moons]

"Daddy's in heaven and Daddy Tom and Mommy had to go home," the louder of the two answers, then the other adds, "We'll see them again, someday," because they've both heard the story so many times. It's the version of it they understand the most. That Tom and Eostre are waiting for them, somewhere. Mike, too. That they didn't want to leave, but it's okay, because they'll all be together again. Maybe it's bullshit, maybe it's not. Either way, it seems to make it a little easier for them. For me, too.

And of course, I'm watching the whole time. And when Mack says, "Neil's over there," and points to where I'm standing behind the bar, I flash Castiel a smirk and offer a wave.

[godless_son]

"Ah," he says, pausing for several seconds at the wide, unblinking eyes. He has enough knowledge of children to at least attempt to be...kind. Or vague, perhaps.

"Heaven is a nice place. Much nicer than the alternative," he says in his most reassuring voice. "You have many parents."

He follows her small finger to Dean's friends and only raises his eyebrows slightly at that. He is not sure how Neil enters into a situation with two fathers and a mother already come and gone. He raises a hand and tries to mimic the gesture. "We have met."

[little_moons]

"I know," Mack says, edging toward exasperated, "He said... He said that we should come and bother you."

She grins, like she's revealed some awful secret, and with a shriek of laughter, her sister runs off to go sit with Charlie. It's either too much for her, or she'd rather observe him when he's not staring at her with those weird ex-angel eyes of his.

Tossing the rag in my hand into the bus bin behind the bar, I hop over the counter and head over toward them, the tips of my fingers resting against the top of Mack's head.

"You introduce yourself, kiddo, or you skippin' that part?" I ask her, looking down at her with an arched brow.

"I'm Mack," she says, rocking back on her heels, lukewarm cocoa sloshing over the side of her cup.

[godless_son]

"I am Castiel," he answers, nodding at the child and trying not to grimace as the chocolate drink escapes its container once again.

"Hello Neil," he says, meeting his amused gaze. "I trust you are well. This is your bar?"

He was unimpressed to learn of the existence of what is basically a whorehouse, but had been reassured Neil himself did not work there.

[little_moons]

"Go give that to Charlie or somethin'," I say to Mack, nudging her in that direction. She whines, but one glance in that direction shows her that Flo's sitting happily in Charlie's lap, and she decides that's clearly the better place to be.

She hurries off, sloshing as she goes and only half mindful of my warning of, "Come on, Mack. Be careful!"

Rolling my eyes fondly, I turn back to him and say, "Uh yeah. It's mine. What do'ya think?" Judging by the look on his face, he doesn't think much of it, but that seems to be the case with just about everything, 'round here.

[godless_son]

"It seems to be as close to Health Code regulations as is possible in this place," he states, looking around before adding a decisive, "I prefer it to the whorehouse."

He turns his gaze back to Neil and cocks his head. "You have children."

[little_moons]

"Wow, man. High praise," I laugh, glancing around. I don't even bother correcting him about the whole whorehouse versus strip club thing. I don't expect him to make the distinction.

"Uh, yeah, I do. They're my step daughters. Macha and Flora Pinocchio."