Adjusting to mortality ((closed RP, Death, Castiel))

[endlessgoth]

Newly mortal thanks to a temporal spell going a little awry, Death left Sakon and Ukon with a wave and a smile. They were cute and she was utterly charmed by the brash little puppet and the shy puppetmaster

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[endlessgoth]

It had been a fairly good day in Death’s estimation, despite being caught in a spell that rendered her mortal well ahead of her usual schedule. She, Castiel and the newly named Henry left the courtyard for Ravenclaw where she finally tried alcohol as a mortal. Spending time with hunters who seemed to favor the stuff had only increased her curiosity about it and what it felt like. The beer left her with a slightly fuzzy, but pleasant sort of feeling. She quit after only one, not wanting to risk any sort of hangover after having nursed Castiel through a particularly brutal one only a short time ago

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Castiel's feet hit the floor and his blade was in his hand before she'd completed the phrase. "What's wrong?" he asked, scanning the room only a little blearily.

When neither his human or more esoteric senses registered a threat, he lowered the weapon and turned to look at Death, a bit confused. "Are you all right?" And as another thought occurred to him, "Did you have a nightmare?"

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"Nightmare?" she blinked at him, momentarily startled out of her panic. Dream wasn't that careless, or that stupid. Sending nightmares to his kin would be considered an aggressive move, and they had finally reached an uneasy truce again after Morpheus' death.

"I.. no. No, that's not it." Panic was threatening to overwhelm her again and she forced herself to take a deep breath. Her hands twisted into the blanket, torn between fear and irritation at herself. This wasn't her first time being mortal. She should have known better.

"Guys, I'm mortal. We weren't careful. I'm mortal and I forgot," she said softly.

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Oh. Of course not, that had been a stupid question.

Cas frowned at her for a moment, mildly addled both with sleep and adrenaline, before it occurred to him what she was talking about. When it did, his own eyes widened and he sat down suddenly on the bed, setting his weapon aside and staring at her. "Oh."

For a few seconds, he foundered. Sex education, for him, had consisted of a rather vague and flowery acclamation of the elegance of God's designs and the admonition, Don't. What practical information he had was picked up mainly in passing from listening to the hunters, and most of that (when it wasn't decidedly off-color) had never delved into essential details they all seemed to understand implicitly.

In short, he had no idea how likely it was that their carelessness would have consequences, or how long it would be before they could be sure it hadn't. And not the foggiest notion what to do if it did.

He realized he was on the verge of panic, and that wouldn't help. All right. Calm down, Cas. This could be very serious,

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While Death had been present at every birth, as far as the details that came inbetween; she didn’t have the slightest idea how it was supposed to work. Her previous experiences with mortality only lasted a day, leaving her at a complete loss.

Now questions about mortality, sex, and what happened when you got careless pertained specifically to them and neither one had the slightest idea what they were doing. Panic fluttered in her chest, and she took a deep breath, trying to tamp down on her alarm. Castiel was right. There was no sense in dwelling on what had happened.

Her eyes lost their focus and she thought, trying to assess if anything did feel different. “I don’t know, I don’t think so. I’ve never.. been mortal longer than a day. I don’t..” her voice was shaking. She closed her eyes and tried to take another deep breath, gripping his hand. “I don’t know how any of this works

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He wrapped her close in his arms and tucked her head under his chin. "That would probably be wise. In the morning we'll try to find out as much as we can about...these things."

Some questions, he knew, would not have ready answers; they could learn everything there was to know about human procreation, and it still wouldn't tell them what to expect in these unique circumstances. But it would be a place to start, at least.

As much as part of him wanted to, he would not be taking this concern to Dean or the others. At least not until they knew, one way or the other. Chagrin aside, they would simply worry to no purpose. (Well. Sam and Bobby would worry. Dean would tease them mercilessly, and that...was something he did not need to deal with right now.)

"Don't be afraid," he told her, combing his fingers through her beautiful dark hair and rocking them gently back and forth. "This may all come to nothing. And if it doesn't..."

Well. If it did come to something, there would be danger--to her, especially--and uncertainty, and

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During the vast span of her existence, Death had never really been afraid. She had never had a reason to be. But this.. frightened her deeply. It was possible for an Endless to, well.. both Daniel and Orpheus were evidence of that. And if Daniel had

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A long time for both of them. Though he'd picked up the knack of getting to sleep when he wanted to, it still didn't come effortlessly, and achieving the necessary state of calm was difficult right now, to say the least.

As much as he'd said they shouldn't dwell on the mistake, it really was an inexcusable lapse in judgement, particularly on his part. Death had never had a reason to concern herself with such things; it was understandable that she simply wouldn't think of it, but he? Had been warned in the strictest possible terms, along with the rest of the Host, after certain of his brothers had gone around thoughtlessly fathering Nephilim left and right many centuries before. And he'd given Jimmy his word, a matter of weeks ago. If a conception had occurred, the responsibility lay mostly with him

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She stirred to wakefulness with a small frown. Her visit to Dream in his realm had been a less than productive one. Daniel had been angry, but not entirely unsympathetic. He also had little to offer them in the way of advice. To her extreme annoyance, Daniel was also quick to point out a dizzying and frightening number of potential complications and dangers to all of them if, if they had concieved. None of which was particularly helpful

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It worried him somewhat that she didn't eat, but he left it alone for the moment. Missing one breakfast was unlikely to hurt her, he judged. (Or...them.) If it went on like that for long...well, he'd already caught himself hovering a couple of times and was trying his best to shut down the impulse, having no desire to become a nag, but at some point he'd have to say something.

"I'm sure there are other in the library," he said, frowning a bit and reaching out to smooth her hair back from her face. "The essential chemistry shouldn't be too different, I'd think." But it wasn't really on the physical plane that the potential problems lay. There was a complex interplay of energies at work on a metaphysical level that could have any number of unexpected side effects, and as far as he knew there'd never been a coupling like theirs before to look to as precedent. And he was no expert on even the slightly less complicated incidents that had taken place. He'd steered well cleared of the Nephilim debacle and hadn't known any of the

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He was hovering, a little, but she didn’t mind. If he was close, she could keep her thoughts occupied and not stuck in some worrisome cycle of what-ifs and the multitude of ways that things could go wrong for them. New life was a serious enough matter for a mortal, never mind an angel and a transformed personification. But as long as Castiel was with her and he was calm, she could be as well. Dwelling on her fear wasn’t going to serve any productive purpose.

“The book says it might be a couple of weeks before we know anything,” she said slowly. Weeks. That was a long time to try and extend the spell, and an even longer time to be left wondering. “I think I can prolong the effects of the spell that long.” Her sigil would grant her the necessary power to continue the odd temporal bend that surrounded her, keeping her from reverting to normal

[nerdofthelord]

A few weeks had never felt like such a long time to him before. And that was just until they had an answer. What were they going to do if it was the answer they feared?

He shook his head slightly. "I can only try." Gabriel was capable of taking things seriously...when there was an Apocalypse in progress and he was trapped in a circle of holy fire. Whether he'd do the same for a younger brother who'd committed an act of irresponsible stupidity, well, there was only one way to find out. "At the moment, I haven't got any better ideas."

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She nodded, trying desperately to tamp down on a fresh swell of anxiety. There had to be some way for her to get a handle on this - both of them. They couldn't spend the next couple of weeks trapped in a haze of fear and anxious waiting. She also couldn't spend that time hiding her mortality.

"It's worth a try. He might at least have an idea on what we should do."

Death wrapped her arms around him, sighing quietly. "What are we going to tell the others? Should we? They're probably going to wonder why I'm not exactly, you know, normal."

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He kissed her hair, holding her close and debating. "If they ask, tell them the truth about the spell going wrong. If they offer to help try to reverse it," and they might, Bobby in particular, "say that you've got some business to attend to first that can best be dealt with as a mortal." It was at least a half-truth, and shouldn't worry their friends overmuch.

"If it turns out that we have real news, well, of course we'll tell them." He had no doubt that the hunters, once the obligatory round of 'Idjits!' and 'No way, seriously? Dude!' and 'What the hell were you thinking?' was out of the way, would do anything that they could to help.

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If.

That word was going to be a constant presence hovering over them for some time. She closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace. Fear of the unknown was gradually being overtaken by a much warmer feeling and Death let it wash over her. She loved him and as long as Castiel was there to face an uncertain future with her, they could do this.

“You’re right. There’s no sense in worrying them too.”

"And we'll, um, have to figure out how to be, careful." Just incase.