034 [Video] | Forward-dated to about 4AM on the 8th
[Castiel flips on the feed, once again in the safehouse he had broadcasted from with Jo. He looks worse for the wear this time, pale and splattered with blood, but there's also something much more subtly different about him
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Yeah -- I figured that out the hard way.
[But she forces half a lazy grin.]
Nice lightshow I caught, by the way.
[You look all angelfied, feathers.]
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What happened?
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Just 'cause you can appear again doesn't mean you do it without warning someone, we're in a warzone, Cas --
[But she pauses before she sighs and moves her arm away, to show a pretty nasty wound to her stomach, which is bleeding pretty profusely.]
I shot the bitch in the face. You've gotta appreciate the artistry.
[She doesn't find the coincidence all that funny.]
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[He says it because he can, and though it's not entirely accurate, it is mostly. The shotgun won't kill him, but at the moment it might kill his vessel. He's only healed it enough to be functional.
He kneels carefully next to her and reaches to place his hands against her wound, focusing. He hasn't healed another being in over six months, but he's still able to array his grace as necessary to begin regenerating her cells, realigning torn tissue and resolving the injury from the inside out.
He can only manage until he's healed it enough for her to get back in the action, though, hands dropping to the ground to support himself as he catches his breath. His strength is so low, and his grace hasn't stopped hurting since he'd absorbed it, and he doesn't know why.]
What attacked you?
[He asks the question directed at the ground, but no less curious.]
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[The fact that she says his with a straight face is a miracle of God. But the moment Cas drops to the ground, Jo is on her knees to put her hands on his shoulders, concerned.]
Hey -- thanks for the handiwork, but what's up? You need to get to the angel clinic or what?
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[Is she being sarcastic or serious? He can't tell.]
My strength is very low. And my grace...
[This isn't the time to be worried, let alone to panic, but maybe it's the stress of the past two days combining that makes it difficult to remember that. He can't help but wonder and fear that it might be damaged after all; that's he's still crippled even now.]
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[And Jo narrows her eyes slightly, to look him up and down, before she messes up his hair abruptly, shaking his head to force him to look at her.]
It's like learning how to walk again when you get your legs back, Cas. You're fine. Got it? Let's save the heartwarming therapy session for later, we've got shit to do.
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Can you walk?
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[And Jo stands alongside him, though she sways slightly, hand still holding her shotgun.]
I'm not dead yet.
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[But he's glad she's standing.]
You should return to the safehouse.
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[As she's checking her gun over.]
In the time that you've known me, how many times would you say that I've actually listened when someone's told me what to do?
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This should be one of them.
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