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[tln_theshifter]

WHO: OPEN, multiple threads encouraged; The Shifter & you..
WHERE: Your dreams
WHEN: The nights of the 19th & 20th, or maybe during the day, if you happen to nap.
WHAT: The nightmares are becoming more real. You're beginning to wonder if maybe there's something to this.
WARNINGS: Violence, disturbing images.

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A nap and Cas' first dream EVER

[doubtheaven]

[tln_theshifter]

The noise of the horn cuts across whatever dreary emptiness might have existed before, drawing Castiel into the kind of consciousness that exists in a dream. Water smacks at his face and he struggles to understand his surroundings faster, not understanding why he would be laying in the rain.

Then he's standing on the small boat, casting his gaze about the seemingly endless water around him. The vessel is empty of oars, food, clothing, or any other item aside from a net made of simple, thick, braided rope. The sky is gray, despite no recognition of clouds, sun, or any other semblance of normal weather.

Glad I saw Inception yesterday... lol

[doubtheaven]

An angel had no need to sleep. The feeling of being tired as a body’s need to rest and recuperate wasn’t something Castiel was used to. On top of that, dreaming was just plain out of left field for him. Sure, he had been inside the dreams of others before, but those were not his dreams. Not his creations. What do angels dream about

Haha. Great film, no?

[tln_theshifter]

Castiel casts the net into the water and immediately finds it has caught on something. He leans closer to inspect it for a moment.

The sky is black and rumbles, though he knows there is no need to fear lightning. Perhaps it is raining again. When he lifts up one hand, the other still holding the net in place, he finds the "rain" is flakes of ash. The sky is weeping death.

pretty cool! and puts me in the mood for dream rps lol

[doubtheaven]

Did he catch something already? Or maybe it was snagged. Castiel frowns to himself and leans forward over the side of the boat, tugging at the net while trying not to break it in the process. He wasn’t an expert fisherman by any means, which still didn’t strike him as terribly odd, considering he was on a boat for some reason.

His attention is drawn to his hand and his grip loosens on the net when he stares at the ash on his palm. “What?” That’s not rain. The angel leans back and stands, staring up at the sky, though he squints his eyes a little as he observes the flakes coming down. “Why?” Did something terrible happen?

[tln_theshifter]

Castiel only gets a moment's attention to the ash before the net latches onto him, snagging his legs and pulling him to the ground. Soon it's dragging over the edge of the boat, trying to pull him underwater. Though he fights, the net drags him to the water's surface. The angel floats on the water's skin for a split second before crashing beneath the waves.

He kneels in a barn. Feathers are strewn about the room around him, some bloodied but most still glistening white. His mind is instantly aware of the pain he should be feeling from his back, of the puddle of blood that soaks his pants and paws at his legs. Dean stands before him, eyes blackened with the demonic presence.

"I'm trying to help you, Castiel!" The Winchester's voice shouts as a ghastly echo, cutting across the otherwise flat silence.

[doubtheaven]

Castiel feels a lurch as his leg is pulled out from under him. He hits the ground hard, causing the small boat to rock in the waves. There's total confusion and he scrambles, grabbing the side of the boat when half of him is already over the side. "Nngh!" His right leg kicks, trying to free himself, but he's yanked off the side of the boat and for a split second he can try to reach for it again, before he feels himself plunge under. Both arms flail, trying to swim to the surface again. The last thing he hears is the crash of the wave above him and the bubbles of air escaping his mouth

[tln_theshifter]

"I know." He offers, though it comes without explanation. Dean stares down at Castiel still. Now his hand tightens on the bloodied saw, eyes still holding the darkness Castiel is all too familiar with. Sam walks up beside Dean, his eyes the same shade as his brother's.

"We need you to trust us," the younger Winchester's voice rings.

[doubtheaven]

Castiel's eyes move down to see the saw Dean is holding in his hand. Then his eyes move over to Sam when he appears. Trust them? "No..." The angel shakes his head slowly and leans back a little. His hands land on the bloodied ground and he pushes himself, inching away slightly and trying to get to his feet. He can't be down on the ground like this, but every movement sends shooting pain up his back.

"You're not them." They were possessed. He had to help them! Save them. Somehow, he had to get those things out of their bodies. "Nngh.." His frame shuddered with another spasm of pain. "What have you done?" Even though he asked, he already knew. Oh God, had they mutilated him?

Does Castiel have his wings at long now or is he just in Jimmy's body?

[tln_theshifter]

Michael stands in the corner of the barn, watching the scene. He seems entirely void of enthusiasm or disappointment, instead possessing a rather uncharacteristic apathy. The dark-eyed Dean and Sam seem oblivious to his presence.

The weapon is gone. Then so too are Dean and Sam. Castiel kneels alone in the room, feathers disappeared but blood remains. Michael still watches with the same expression, waiting to see what the angel may do.

He has them! He doesn't know Dean=Michael yet btw

[doubtheaven]

"Michael..."

Castiel looks to the archangel and then down again, trying once more to get to his feet. The last archangel he saw was Raphael, and that was when he was killed for helping Dean. Maybe Michael is here to do the job again and make sure Cas stays dead this time.

"It's wrong. The apocalypse should not happen. You can stop it."

Ohgood, because I didn't know that either. Hahaha.

[tln_theshifter]

Michael only watches as the ground beneath them collapses into a gelatinous mixture, swamp-like in consistency. Castiel seems to be sinking into the floor, yet he cannot will his legs to move. He reaches out to Michael, but the angel remains in place. His eyes flicker black for a split second before Castiel is meant to be swallowed whole into the ground.

The angel snaps awake in the morning, having slept through the afternoon, evening, and night. His back aches severely, though he knows his wings are still present. When he moves to a mirror to examine the damage, he finds no sign of blood or loss; just pain. However, he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of his own eyes being pitch black for just a moment..