Application for Castiel from Supernatural (End of Season 5)

[nerdofthelord]

((Application approved by the Winchesters and Bobby! *Waves paperwork stamped APPROVED*))

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"I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace--or freedom?"

It was a disheartening way to say good-bye.  But Castiel, his recent 'upgrade' nothwithstanding, was tired of shouldering the responsibility that should rightfully have been borne by the

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[drunkexguardian]

((FYI, Lee is a former guardian angel. She's not so much the evil type of fallen as she is just... kicked out XD And he might be able to tell: according to her canon, "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Do (or don't do) with that what you will!))

Good fucking god.

"You have got to be motherfucking kidding me," she said, rubbing at one of her temples with her hood as far forward as she could manage. "It's a goddamned infestation. Someone should be called in to spray for you sanctimonious pieces of shit."

[drunkexguardian]

"Pile of shrimp, huh? Gross. Waking up naked in a crater hurt like a bitch, but at least there wasn't anything squishy under me."

She cracked a slight smile. Seriously, shrimp? "Can't say I've ever exploded, either. Had people try to blow me up, but it wasn't so much divine intervention as it was regular dipshits."

Human to angel to human... she'd been offered the chance twice. Once it had been Malachi fucking with her, trying to throw her off balance. Once it had been the real deal. The boss, in the... not flesh, as it were, but present as her son had burned and died... making the offer. She'd given it up in exchange for Jude's life.

Some bargain. Her son wouldn't even look at her now. She wasn't so sure she wanted to look at him, either; it hurt too much.

"I got old for a while," she offered. Not pissed off now, just... kind of thoughtful. "Wrinkles and everything. It was interesting. Kind of sucked first thing in the morning and in cold weather, though. And hot flashes can go fuck themselves."

[nerdofthelord]

"Shrimp," he said, nodding glumly. "I don't remember landing on the boat. But it took days to get the smell out of my hair."

He cocked his head slightly at her tale of aging. "That happened to some friends of mine. They said they lost the years in an enchanted poker game, then won them back." He thought for a moment. "I once fell under the influence of the Horsemen Famine and ate several hundred hamburgers in one day."

The really painful stories, those that touched on the personal (the revelation of God's abandonment, Uriel's betrayal, Dean's attempted defection,) those he wasn't going to share. He didn't expect Lee would either. But there was no need; it was a given that they were there, an unspoken backdrop to the tales that were merely strange or interesting, and--judging by what had been said--probably very alike in terms of the scars they'd left behind

[drunkexguardian]

"I got young again," she said, pushing her hood back slightly. The face under was indeed a young woman's face--mid-twenties, maybe. "It's kind of a long story. I'm way too sober now to be telling it."

She was way too sober to tell any of her own personal ones--though, get the contents of about half a bar in her, and she'd go off on tangents about this charge and that and how they'd died, and what an idiot her son was, and end the night in a sobbing, soggy, pukey puddle. Holly was rarely touched upon, though, even at her most sloshed. She still bled for Holly, over twenty years later.

"Wha--oh. Right. We supposedly practice some form of democracy here. I'm in Slytherin." She made a face. "It's got a bar, but it's not my bar. The one in Ravenclaw's better." And Lee being Lee, it was where she spent the vast majority of her waking hours at Hogwarts. "Seriously, there's fuck-all actual organization here. A talking goddamn hat asked me what I thought about refridgerators and stuck me somewhere."

[nerdofthelord]

"Understood." Cas had downed an entire liquor store on one occasion, and had said a few things he would just as soon forget, but he had yet to discover how much alcohol it would take to reduce him to complete sodden uselessness. In his more cynical moments, he assumed it was only a matter of time.

"I see." He nodded. "Sam mentioned the hat. I suppose I'll just have to hope for the best." He paused. "What's it like? The Ravenclaw bar, I mean." It was true, what he'd said earlier; he stayed well away from such places normally, but...well, Dean had put it in his crude yet eloquent fashion: Dude, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks!

[drunkexguardian]

"It's like a real bar. Dark corners, beer on tap, the works. No bartender, though, it's all self-serve. But it's all you can drink." She laughed, once. "You'd never suspect it's in the middle of a purported school."

She smirked, outright amused. "Don't tell me you've never been in one."

[nerdofthelord]

There were a lot of things Cas still hadn't done, and Lee would probably laugh at all of them. "I suppose you could say I've been working up to it," he muttered, mildly chagrined.

Vote: Ravenclaw

[drunkexguardian]

When Lee was outright amused, her laughter could best be described as a "gigglesnort." It was a very unangelic, unvigilante, unMagistrate sound, and she preferred to laugh as little as possible to keep her image intact.

She started gigglesnorting away, because Jesus Christ that was hilarious.

"Jesus," she said, holding a hand up to her face to try and muffle the sound, "that's too good. Right. So you're here and not Heaven, and it sounds like you've been fucked over, so have some fun. Get drunk, get laid, whatever. Ravenclaw's as good a start as any."

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[nerdofthelord]

Cas looked startled at the unexpected sound, and at her advice, he blushed, looking anywhere except at Lee. "Thank you. I'll take that under advisement," he said, eyes on the ceiling.

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[drunkexguardian]

"You know, my son is a Catholic priest. I don't think I've seen him that red." She grinned and gave a lazy salute. "Don't say you weren't warned about the Hat."

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[nerdofthelord]

"I won't," he said resignedly. "See you around."

Despite the peculiar introduction, he hoped he would. Preferably after his face had had plenty of time to cool off.