@decreedfate ; "You Would Feel Better If You Actually Slept." (Sam For Dean!)
@decreedfate ; "You would feel better if you actually slept." (Sam for Dean!)
The unimpressed stare sent Sam's way was more than telling of Dean's thoughts on that suggestion. It wasn't like they'd ever had a regular sleep schedule – even as kids, they'd be awake all hours of the night, watching out motel windows for signs of their dad coming home. Some things stuck with you, and as much as Dean enjoyed getting a good night's rest, the actual getting there wasn't so easy.
Especially not on complicated cases like these. Where every lead came up short and the bodies were beginning to pile up. Whilst there wasn't much more they could do right now, Dean couldn't stand the waiting around.
Hell, he couldn't even settle. Kept pacing around like an animal in a cage. The shitty motel TV had no appeal, but neither did trying to sleep. The older Winchester just felt restless, agitated.
" I don't see you sleeping Sammy, " Dean counters, turning away from his brother to peer through the thin curtains for the hundredth time. As if the answer to their case would just fall outside their room window if Dean checked enough. The man scoffed and let the curtain fall back into place with more force than necessary. " I'm fine. I can sleep later, or tomorrow – whenever we've caught this damn thing. "
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im still half asleep but i wanna spam memes today so like if you want some !! specify if you want but its not a requirement
And I feel I'll live on forever
With Satan himself by my side!
- yes. Paul Matthews and J&H once again. do you all want more?
- this piece was mostly for experimenting on how to color, I'm not used to shading. Let me know your opinion about it!
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@warriorwithasoftheart ; "Well, get used to it. I'm not leaving." For Cas.
Sometimes Dean Winchester could be so infuriatingly stubborn. It seemed the hunter was hellbent on ignoring everything Castiel said, choosing to do the opposite. Whilst in many cases that had, admittedly, worked out, it didn't stop the flare of annoyance every time Dean directly opposed Castiel's suggestions.
Well. This had been less of a suggestion and more a demand. Usually Castiel had no qualms with spending time with the Winchesters, particularly with Dean, but today the angel had wanted privacy. The hunters had gotten Castiel his own motel room for this case – he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with his powers weakening lately, the threat of the impending apocalypse looming over them.
Or perhaps it was simply due to the hunters wanting space. Personal or otherwise, Dean certainly mentioned it to the angel enough times. But that seemed hypocritical ; the green-eyed hunter was refusing to give Castiel space now it was available.
He sighs, deeply. Uses the prolonged exhale to resist leaving himself, since Dean was so insistent on staying. " You do not need to stay here, Dean, " Cas insists. " I am an angel of the lord – more than capable of looking after myself. You should be spending time with Sam, or getting some rest. "
Thus allowing Cas to get some rest himself – being tired was a strange sensation, and the angel didn't enjoy the unease that came with it. " I can wait here until tomorrow. It doesn't bother me. "
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Destiel long distance would never work because Cas would never answer his phone, and Dean has abandonment issues and a car
Listening to his story, Lucifer couldn't help but wonder if this was how the Detective had felt every time Lucifer had spoken about his devilish nature. This angel's story sounded insane – talking about events Lucifer hadn't heard of, about... vessels? That sounded a bit more familiar, similar to the way his demons could possess dead humans. But an angel couldn't do that. Well, not in this world at least.
It was intriguing, the slight differences between what this angel was saying and what Lucifer knew to be true. The names he mentioned - Metatron and Castiel - were undoubtedly familiar. Yet Amenadiel hadn't mentioned anything going on in heaven, nor had any of his siblings paid a visit to the city of angels recently. Nothing that would suggest a possible end to humanity.
So, Lucifer had no choice but to believe the facts. Just as in his cases with the Detective. No matter what was true and what wasn't, it was a safer bet to keep an eye on a mysterious universe-travelling angel. At least for now.
" Right, " Lucifer finally speaks, the word drawn out. " Lots to unpack there, Linda would have a field day with you. So would any doctor, really – you look very alive for someone who's apparently meant to be dead. "
Dark eyes look the pristine form up and down, not a scratch marring the 'vessel's' skin. One could only presume this was His doing - what Lucifer didn't understand was why. What business did the Old Man have with bringing undead angels to a different reality? Their father really was a constant headache, honestly.
" Well, one thing's for certain : you aren't in your world anymore. More specifically, you're in Los Angeles - best place you could've ended up, really. " Lucifer grins, almost fondly, before his hands move to clap together once. " Now, about that favour. What is it you'd desire? Somewhere to stay, perhaps? A ticket back to the silver city? Oh, and I suppose I should finally ask your name - since you seem to already know who I am, it only seems fair. "
Other realms, other worlds, other universes -- - none of it sounded ridiculous, maybe he was lucky in that while he hadn't experienced other universes for himself, he'd been well aware of them despite being caged for all those years. It made now that bit easier to digest, not that his present company offered much solace, unnerved by the notion that his presence there could ruffle a few feathers. Literally, perhaps.
Usually, he would've apologised at the sight of someone insulted by his words, but given who this was, his brother or not, he found it difficult to offer up such pity, such empathy. Maybe that was wrong, they were creatures of compassion, were they not?
Did he dare explain what happened? How he'd died? How all of Heaven had been expelled, each of his brothers and sisters falling, only to ignite another battle on Earth, led by Metatron, closely accompanied by himself? Or did he explain why he could barely even look at him without rage lapping up every borrowed feature?
Yet he could have laughed when he heard this Lucifer offer his help, a mix of shock and utter disbelief claiming him as he shook his head in defiance. "You want to help me?" He almost seemed disgusted by the thought, staring him down as though expecting him to laugh in his face or brutally mock him. Why did he seem so different? Almost -- - nicer?
No. This was Lucifer. Maybe not his Lucifer, but still a Lucifer. He couldn't lower his guard, couldn't let himself be tricked, couldn't fall into another trap. "The last thing I remember was being held in Heaven's dungeon. I sacrificed myself to allow Castiel to escape and save humanity from Metatron's rule." It was a simple enough way of explaining it, no sugarcoating, no dancing around the issue, even if it didn't detail everything up until that point. He didn't need to know all of that -- - not yet, at least.
"Then I awoke here." He looked around him, still searching for a familiarity that wasn't there. "I no longer hear my brothers and sisters." There wasn't the same chatter, he couldn't listen in. He was an outsider. "I don't know how. I should have been destroyed, my vessel..." He looked down at the man he was inhabiting, raising a hand to his chest where he'd scratched the sigil using jagged stone. "His body is healed. But I am alive." He looked back at this other version of his big brother. "How or why, I... do not know."
