Peace and Quiet ((open rp))

[sgt_hunter]

John sat comfortably in a corner of Ravenclaw’s bar, nursing a scotch. The prank war was finally over and everyone was back to their appropriate age. Calm had descended on his family, at least for now. He spun the glass between his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl in the half light. While he had been gone, his family had grown. Bobby

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[nerdofthelord]

The angel in question had made the Ravenclaw bar a regular part of his itinerary, so it was more or less inevitable that he would run across John at some point.

He'd been wondering about the Winchester patriarch, in turn. They had met twice now, only briefly, and on one of those occasions he'd been in no condition to hold a rational conversation. He owed John a debt for that incident (a highly unusual sort of debt, certainly, but nevertheless) and he was curious about the man who had shaped the lives of all his friends so profoundly

[nerdofthelord]

"It's been my privilege. And probably my salvation," the angel said seriously. "If I hadn't met them, I'd likely be dead, like many from my garrison, or turned to Hell's service as several others were." As difficult and painful as his path had been, it was infinitely better than either of those alternatives. "Dean has a gift for forging ahead no matter the odds, drawing others along in his wake when they would have foundered alone."

He paused a beat. "Unfortunately, there are times when that can translate into plowing headlong into a stone wall and creating a pile-up. Nevertheless, none of us would be here if not for him."

[sgt_hunter]

Despite the horrifying news the angel had recently given him, John sat back and genuinely laughed at his very apt description of Dean's determination and the occasional disaster that resulted when his sheer stubbornness would lead him wildly off track. "Once the boy gets an idea in his head, there's no dislodging it."

John set down his drink and considered the angel across the table. "I can see why Dean and Sammy consider you part of the family," he said, his eyes drifting down to the old watch. Castiel was honest, honorable, and someone John knew he'd want at his back in the middle of a fight.

[nerdofthelord]

Cas had been hoping he might elicit at least a smile with that statement, after everything he'd dropped onto John's shoulders, though he'd also meant it quite seriously. But the man's observation startled him a bit, and he followed John's gaze to the watch. He'd grown so used to wearing it he hadn't stopped to consider what John might think.

"I'm not unaware of the implications. Or ungrateful," he assured the man.

"Sam honored me by giving this to me as a Christmas gift." He took the watch off and studied it thoughtfully. He hoped John wasn't offended to see him with it. "Because of the inscription, he said. Semper Fidelis. I told him that I didn't know I had earned it, but he insisted." He looked up a bit apprehensively. "I don't believe that he intended to show disrespect to you--to your memory

[sgt_hunter]

"Me and Sam.. it's always been hard for us. We fought from the time he was a teenager right up until the day I died." John had bitterly regretted not saying goodbye to his youngest, but he had been afraid. He had failed Sam so many times in the past, Dean had to be the one to survive and look out for his brother

[nerdofthelord]

The angel nodded and put the watch back on, relieved; what it represented was important to him, and he was glad he wouldn't have to hide it.

"Some of the things that have happened are...too personal for you to hear from me," he said. Maybe some of the things he'd already said had been; it wasn't something he was very good at judging, but the matter of Sam as Lucifer's vessel, that he knew the man should hear from his sons. "But you should know that in the end it was Sam who put Lucifer down. Dean made it possible, and Bobby and I were there, but it was his strength that won the day."

He leaned in slightly, compelled to address the misplaced pain he saw the man carrying. "You may not have been a perfect father. But you gave them everything that they needed to save Creation from ruin. Strength. Conviction. Faith in one another. No one else could have done it, John. You did not fail your sons."

[sgt_hunter]

John swallowed hard around a rising tightness in his throat. There was more to tell and he was holding it back? Jesus. That was never good. How bad had it gotten for them? How bad had it gotten for Sammy?

"Sammy did it, huh?" He had heard as much from Dean, even if Sam tried to brush off that credit. John couldn't help the surge of pride, even as his eyes began to well up. The angel had seen right through to the heart of his fears; that he had been so obsessed with his hunt for the demon that he had failed Sam and Dean on a fundamental level. The emotions were too new and too raw for him to even attempt to tamp them down.

"I'm glad he didn't have to do it alone," he managed. "Thank you."

[nerdofthelord]

It was another one of those awkward, all-too-common moments when Castiel was convinced he would never overcome his clumsiness with the social graces.

"I've upset you," he said, his own distress evident in the way his gaze darted restlessly around the room, seeking a way to fix things and not finding it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He forced his focus back to John, adding, "All of that is behind us now. The boys are still recovering, we all are, but they're going to be fine."

Neither of them needed to hear the addendum, for now, though he couldn't stop himself thinking it.

[sgt_hunter]

"Don't apologize," John said, struggling to get himself back under control. "It was time I heard more about what happened after I died, and I'm glad you told me, even if it's not easy for a father to hear."

"Is there something that I can do? For any of you?" If there was one thing John needed, it was to feel useful. He had to do something to help his new and extended family as they mended.

[nerdofthelord]

Cas thought about it. "Possibly. I think the reason the pranks keep getting out of control is that no one knows what to do with themselves here. There's nothing to hunt, no crisis to solve, no battles to fight and no civilians who need saving. Downtime is something that we all needed, badly, but here we've got too much of a good thing. It leaves far too much time for introspection." He shrugged slightly. "We could all use something to keep us occupied. But what, eludes me."

[sgt_hunter]

"There's always the Forbidden Forest," John said. "There are packs of spiders about the size of a Chevette called acromantulas. I'm sure some of the nests could stand to be cleaned out from time to time."

He hesitated to bring up the tower that had sickened Bobby. Yes, they had been children, but he had a better sense of the angel now and wondered how much he blamed himself for what had happened.

[nerdofthelord]

Cas tilted his head slightly, his interest piqued. "I hadn't realized. I'd assumed 'Forbidden Forest' was meant literally." Giant spiders were certainly right up Sam and Dean's alley--unnatural, dangerous and morally unambiguous--and he wouldn't mind testing himself against such a creature either. "It might prove a worthwhile diversion." It certainly had to be better than sitting around waiting for Dean's restlessness to get the better of his common sense again...

[sgt_hunter]

John chuckled, "Most of the rules seem to be made to be bent or broken around here. I think the title is more to try and intimidate than a literal 'do not enter'. We can probably scrounge up enough weapons for a little hunting party in a few days for you and the boys."

[nerdofthelord]

"I'm already armed," Cas noted absently, "but I'm not sure whether they are. You wouldn't care to join us?" John was, after all, a hunter as well, the one who'd taught his friends their craft, and the angel had never had a chance to observe his technique.

[sgt_hunter]

"If they remember anything I've taught them, they're armed on some level."

He grinned, pleased to be invited along. "I'd like that. I could use a stretch myself."

[nerdofthelord]

"I'll bring it up the next time I see them." The prospect of a good fight alongside trusted companions, without the pressure of the world's fate or their own hanging in the balance, was more than a little appealing.