Introduction Post
How Castiel looks in ' Changing Channels'
"Hi Castiel," Gabriel said with a smile that was almost gleeful.
The last thing Castiel remembered was being flung against the wall and a hand being waved at him, sending him away from where the Winchesters were. It was nothing like his way of traveling, of moving instantaneously around the world, or, even, in other times, to heaven. When he did it, it was nothing. This... this was not pleasant, it hurt. Not in the same way that Raphael killing him had, that was over as quickly as it had happened. But, this, it resonated. His entire vessel throbbed, all over. As if there was an intense amount of pressure being applied over every inch of Jimmy Novak’s flesh. It was a sensation that was entirely new to him.
Blue eyes darted around his new surroundings in attempt to discern where he had been sent this time. It wasn’t a prison that he had to break free of; this was different. Eyebrows furrowed. He was outside. Night had fallen... These were facts that he could tell just by observing, but, Castiel couldn’t tell where he was. He had no sense of where he was. Something was not right. He finally knew who had been keeping Dean and Sam hostage; it was stronger than he could have ever thought. He had underestimated it.
For a long moment, Castiel stood extremely still, not realizing that he still had a strip of duct tape covering his mouth, or, that his face was littered with wounds that were not healing at will. If Gabriel was not done with Dean and Sam, there was no telling where he would have sent him. Any length could have been taken, especially since the hunters were already gone for five days.
Standing here was not going to get anything done. He tried to leave, willed himself to be back at that warehouse where the Impala was parked. Nothing happened.
He turned around in a circle, trench coat flapping around him as he did so. Two options, two paths. Castiel could pick one, and return back to this point if he found nothing. Without hesitation, the angel began heading down the path, unknowingly towards the main house.
"Hi Castiel," Gabriel said with a smile that was almost gleeful.
The last thing Castiel remembered was being flung against the wall and a hand being waved at him, sending him away from where the Winchesters were. It was nothing like his way of traveling, of moving instantaneously around the world, or, even, in other times, to heaven. When he did it, it was nothing. This... this was not pleasant, it hurt. Not in the same way that Raphael killing him had, that was over as quickly as it had happened. But, this, it resonated. His entire vessel throbbed, all over. As if there was an intense amount of pressure being applied over every inch of Jimmy Novak’s flesh. It was a sensation that was entirely new to him.
Blue eyes darted around his new surroundings in attempt to discern where he had been sent this time. It wasn’t a prison that he had to break free of; this was different. Eyebrows furrowed. He was outside. Night had fallen... These were facts that he could tell just by observing, but, Castiel couldn’t tell where he was. He had no sense of where he was. Something was not right. He finally knew who had been keeping Dean and Sam hostage; it was stronger than he could have ever thought. He had underestimated it.
For a long moment, Castiel stood extremely still, not realizing that he still had a strip of duct tape covering his mouth, or, that his face was littered with wounds that were not healing at will. If Gabriel was not done with Dean and Sam, there was no telling where he would have sent him. Any length could have been taken, especially since the hunters were already gone for five days.
Standing here was not going to get anything done. He tried to leave, willed himself to be back at that warehouse where the Impala was parked. Nothing happened.
He turned around in a circle, trench coat flapping around him as he did so. Two options, two paths. Castiel could pick one, and return back to this point if he found nothing. Without hesitation, the angel began heading down the path, unknowingly towards the main house.