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perfectantidote) wrote2020-10-07 03:45 am
perfectantidote) wrote2020-10-07 03:45 am
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[ Cas tops his own glass off, and reaches over - but doesn't quite poor yet.
Interesting revelations here. And he's always interested in keeping tabs on assets - or dangers - to be aware of. ]
What kind of monster are you, then?
Interesting revelations here. And he's always interested in keeping tabs on assets - or dangers - to be aware of. ]
What kind of monster are you, then?
Wow. Now it’s my turn to be offended.
[It’s said as a joke, but it does bother her. Who wants to be called a monster? Even if there were times, especially in the beginning, where she saw herself that way.]
I’m an inhuman. Mostly human with some alien DNA thrown in there. Didn’t even know that was a thing until I got my powers last year.
[It’s said as a joke, but it does bother her. Who wants to be called a monster? Even if there were times, especially in the beginning, where she saw herself that way.]
I’m an inhuman. Mostly human with some alien DNA thrown in there. Didn’t even know that was a thing until I got my powers last year.
[ Cas' nose wrinkles slightly. Alright - he'd expected vampire or werewolf here, for a moment. ]
So. Not a monster, then.
[ He pours, throwing her a look bordering on apologetic. ]
What can you do?
So. Not a monster, then.
[ He pours, throwing her a look bordering on apologetic. ]
What can you do?
[Skye smiles softly at his non verbal apology, taking her glass back once he finishes refilling it.]
I make things shake, basically.
[Except it’s way more dangerous than it might sound.]
I can feel the vibrations in everything and tap into them.
[This time she doesn’t knock the drink back and instead takes a small sip.]
I make things shake, basically.
[Except it’s way more dangerous than it might sound.]
I can feel the vibrations in everything and tap into them.
[This time she doesn’t knock the drink back and instead takes a small sip.]
[ Cas sets the bottle on the table. Sets his glass down, too, and instead just puts an elbow on the table and looks at Skyle. His lips quirked a little, one eyebrow cocked. There's no intent in his glassy eyes, but there's something there, barbed wire on his tongue, but of the good-natured kind for once. ]
The amounts of lewd jokes this is just opening up is truly astonishing.
The amounts of lewd jokes this is just opening up is truly astonishing.
And if anyone is going to make them—
[Skye takes another sip of her drink before setting it down. She already feels warm from the two double shots she just had, so walking home will be interesting.]
So me being a partial alien doesn’t bother you?
[Skye takes another sip of her drink before setting it down. She already feels warm from the two double shots she just had, so walking home will be interesting.]
So me being a partial alien doesn’t bother you?
[ Grady can't stop himself moving against that strong thigh between his legs, rocking against the other man like a teenager just learning what heavy petting means, his rocky demeanour stripped away as he becomes pathetic with desperate need. If Cas wants someone to appreciate being used, he's found a good match.
He palms the bare skin of Cas' back, digging his fingers into his hips and hisses out his breath when he feels teeth against the side of his neck. Usually he'd turn away from that kind of thing, too close to the life-ending scar that stretches across the front of his throat, but right now he wants that faint hint of pain, the reminder of the price he's already paid.
Fuck -- [ He growls out the curse, reaching up to the back of Cas's head to tug at his hair and hold him in place at the same time. ] Harder, c'mon. Make me feel it.
He palms the bare skin of Cas' back, digging his fingers into his hips and hisses out his breath when he feels teeth against the side of his neck. Usually he'd turn away from that kind of thing, too close to the life-ending scar that stretches across the front of his throat, but right now he wants that faint hint of pain, the reminder of the price he's already paid.
Fuck -- [ He growls out the curse, reaching up to the back of Cas's head to tug at his hair and hold him in place at the same time. ] Harder, c'mon. Make me feel it.
[ Cas moans, sound filthy where it's pressed against the skin of Grady's throat. He's never learned that human thing called shame, and sees no need in holding back sounds. It's not performative, though - he wouldn't know how to do that, a strange chord of innocence wrapped within all his sin and debauchery. No, he shares his pleasures.
And that hand grabbing his hair? Oh, that is doing something fierce for him. Cas' hips stutter on the push forwards, pressing desperately close.
This time, he bites down harder, right where neck meets shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to straddle just this side of pleasure to pain, and he pairs it by pushing a hand beetween Grady and the wall, grabbing his ass and pulling his hips forwards roughly to meet Cas' roll forwards, intending to light the man up. ]
And that hand grabbing his hair? Oh, that is doing something fierce for him. Cas' hips stutter on the push forwards, pressing desperately close.
This time, he bites down harder, right where neck meets shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to straddle just this side of pleasure to pain, and he pairs it by pushing a hand beetween Grady and the wall, grabbing his ass and pulling his hips forwards roughly to meet Cas' roll forwards, intending to light the man up. ]
Should it?
[ Cas smirks a little. ]
I, uh... am a wavelength of celestial intent. Concentrated light and energy. I'm about the size of your Chrysler Building. Give or take. Well, uhm. Used to be, of course.
[ Cas smirks a little. ]
I, uh... am a wavelength of celestial intent. Concentrated light and energy. I'm about the size of your Chrysler Building. Give or take. Well, uhm. Used to be, of course.
I don't know, It's freaked some people out before.
[Like Dean.
Skye has met some--
Interesting people, since arriving here, but what Cas tells her floors her. Especially when she grew up in a Catholic orphanage where religion was shoved down her throat.]
Like an angel?
[She says the words slowly, hoping he meant something else, because she hadn't prepared to have her beliefs shaken. Again.]
[
Skye has met some--
Interesting people, since arriving here, but what Cas tells her floors her. Especially when she grew up in a Catholic orphanage where religion was shoved down her throat.]
Like an angel?
[She says the words slowly, hoping he meant something else, because she hadn't prepared to have her beliefs shaken. Again.]
Yeah.
[ Oh, was she hoping to catch a break here? Cas has no mercy for breaking people's world views. ]
Like a fallen, fucked up angel.
[ Oh, was she hoping to catch a break here? Cas has no mercy for breaking people's world views. ]
Like a fallen, fucked up angel.
[Two years ago she would’ve brushed him off as mentally ill.
Now? Now she actually believes him, which is terrifying.]
Oh my—-
[Maybe she shouldn’t finish that sentence.]
What happened?
Now? Now she actually believes him, which is terrifying.]
Oh my—-
[Maybe she shouldn’t finish that sentence.]
What happened?
[ The aborted sentences gets a quirk of the lips.
He doesn't mind it. Take God's name in vain - as if He's still around to care.
What happened? Dean did. ]
Rebellion. End of the world. All that fun stuff.
He doesn't mind it. Take God's name in vain - as if He's still around to care.
What happened? Dean did. ]
Rebellion. End of the world. All that fun stuff.
[ The push and roll of Cas' hips and the insisting ache of those teeth pressing against him, the heat of Cas' mouth, is enough to make Grady groan and whine in the back of his throat, his own body responding as he grinds himself against the other man, rapidly losing his fragile grip on his inhibitions.
He drops both of his hands back down to Cas' hips, pushing down at the fabric that's still in the way, then slides his palm between them and down, clumsy and awkward as he works to shove his fingers into the front of Cas' pants, greedy and wanting more, wanting as much as he can get right now to dispel the icy cold pain in his core. ]
You -- god -- fuck me. [ The words trip and stumble off his lips as he rocks against Cas' leaning weight, against the back of his own hand. ] C'mon sweetheart.
He drops both of his hands back down to Cas' hips, pushing down at the fabric that's still in the way, then slides his palm between them and down, clumsy and awkward as he works to shove his fingers into the front of Cas' pants, greedy and wanting more, wanting as much as he can get right now to dispel the icy cold pain in his core. ]
You -- god -- fuck me. [ The words trip and stumble off his lips as he rocks against Cas' leaning weight, against the back of his own hand. ] C'mon sweetheart.
[ The pet name nearly gets a struggle, but Grady's free to have it. Cas is no one's anything, least of all a sweetheart. But why burst thebubble of the moment. He buries a keening moan against the man's shoulder though, when a searching hand slides down the front of his pants.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
He holds Grady still with an arm against his chest for a moment, making sure to catch the man's eyes. ]
You got anything here? Lube, condoms?
[ That determines how far this goes, even as Cas busies himself dropping his pants and then doing the Sam to Grady's with rough, impatient tugs. He'll happily get them there rutting against the wall - but with the right tools he'll happily give and take some more. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes.
He holds Grady still with an arm against his chest for a moment, making sure to catch the man's eyes. ]
You got anything here? Lube, condoms?
[ That determines how far this goes, even as Cas busies himself dropping his pants and then doing the Sam to Grady's with rough, impatient tugs. He'll happily get them there rutting against the wall - but with the right tools he'll happily give and take some more. ]
[Skye is rendered speechless for a moment, which is a rarity for her.]
I'm sorry.
[It felt like the most appropriate response, even if she's still trying to process all of this.]
How long have you--?
[On earth? Been like this?]
I'm sorry.
[It felt like the most appropriate response, even if she's still trying to process all of this.]
How long have you--?
[On earth? Been like this?]
[ It's not the first time he's sensed its presence. Nor second. Or even the third. On the fourth, Castiel confronts the little dinosaur with a well-placed squint of his eyes as he spots it hiding away within the trees. ]
Why are you following me?
[ He asks, as if it's perfectly natural to talk to animals, or in this case, birds. A dream guide to be precise. He didn't mind it when it hopped nearby when he was setting out more honey for the bees. So long as it didn't attack the hive, Castiel was perfectly fine being watched. The only reason he confronts it now is he knows who it belongs to. There's no mistaking the pull he feels every time its little hollow bones hopped just a little closer to him. When the bird - a crow - doesn't respond, Castiel decides to take the matter to its leader. ]
text; un; castiel
Why are you tracking me?
Why are you following me?
[ He asks, as if it's perfectly natural to talk to animals, or in this case, birds. A dream guide to be precise. He didn't mind it when it hopped nearby when he was setting out more honey for the bees. So long as it didn't attack the hive, Castiel was perfectly fine being watched. The only reason he confronts it now is he knows who it belongs to. There's no mistaking the pull he feels every time its little hollow bones hopped just a little closer to him. When the bird - a crow - doesn't respond, Castiel decides to take the matter to its leader. ]
text; un; castiel
Why are you tracking me?
[ Cas is sitting cross legged on a beautifully pattered carpet in his room. The scent of sandalwood hangs in the air. There's a new plant in the corner, too.
Finally, something alive in this house.
At the ding of a message, Cas cracks open and eye, and allows the lure of interaction to pull him from meditation. The message itself makes his lips quirk. He's aware of what Charis gets up to. Thing has a mind of her own - but then, that is the purpose of her existence, he supposes. A part of him that is more free to act. ]
[ un: winchester ]
i'm not. but i assume you refer to the crow?
Finally, something alive in this house.
At the ding of a message, Cas cracks open and eye, and allows the lure of interaction to pull him from meditation. The message itself makes his lips quirk. He's aware of what Charis gets up to. Thing has a mind of her own - but then, that is the purpose of her existence, he supposes. A part of him that is more free to act. ]
[ un: winchester ]
i'm not. but i assume you refer to the crow?
[ The answer does little to dissuade him and he looks up at the crow still perched on a branch near the bees. Like the times before, it doesn't try to attack them giving the angel reason enough to trust him. For now. ]
If you're not tracking me, then why are you here?
[ Still no answer. But then again, what should one expect from an angel who spends his days talking to the bees about the flowers they visit? ]
text; un: castiel
It's been following me.
If you're not tracking me, then why are you here?
[ Still no answer. But then again, what should one expect from an angel who spends his days talking to the bees about the flowers they visit? ]
text; un: castiel
It's been following me.
[ Charis caws, as if that answers anything. She flaps her wings, and tilts her head. ]
[ un: winchester ]
her name's charis. she likes checking in on people I know.
[ un: winchester ]
her name's charis. she likes checking in on people I know.
Charis. Are you here to spy on me?
[ He's onto you brother. Angels didn't lie so he guesses their dream guides didn't either. ]
text; un: castiel
Dream guides follow orders. Yours, in this case.
[ Or so he believes. The last time he summoned his Dream Guide he was in the Great Sleep. Without his powers to fight he'd summoned it in order to defend himself againt a giant worm in the desert and it had done exactly what he wanted it to. The fact that he never summoned it again, let alone gave it free reign gives him only that experience to base his assumptions off of. ]
[ He's onto you brother. Angels didn't lie so he guesses their dream guides didn't either. ]
text; un: castiel
Dream guides follow orders. Yours, in this case.
[ Or so he believes. The last time he summoned his Dream Guide he was in the Great Sleep. Without his powers to fight he'd summoned it in order to defend himself againt a giant worm in the desert and it had done exactly what he wanted it to. The fact that he never summoned it again, let alone gave it free reign gives him only that experience to base his assumptions off of. ]
orders? i've never given her an order since she came to me.
[ She seems to know what to do. When Dean and Sam have nightmares, Cas will often find Charis in their rooms, watching over them. When he himself has nightmares, she wakes him. On missions, she flies high above him. When Dean's out on a mission without Cas, he knows she does the same for his human. ]
what does yours do, when you just have it with you? no orders, just freedom.
[ She seems to know what to do. When Dean and Sam have nightmares, Cas will often find Charis in their rooms, watching over them. When he himself has nightmares, she wakes him. On missions, she flies high above him. When Dean's out on a mission without Cas, he knows she does the same for his human. ]
what does yours do, when you just have it with you? no orders, just freedom.
[ Skeptical of the description, he gives the raven a quick glance before typing a response. ]
text; un: castiel
It protected us in the Great Sleep.
text; un: castiel
It protected us in the Great Sleep.
and charis, when not being my eyes in the sky, watches over people apparently.
what would I track you for anyway?
what would I track you for anyway?
[ He doesn't believe him. Not truly. While he may believe the crow held a semblance of free will, he also knew their guides were tied to them. They were an extension of the bearer. ]
text; un: castiel
That's what I'm trying to find out.
[ And because he hasn't heard from him since before he turned human - ]
Are you still having nightmares?
text; un: castiel
That's what I'm trying to find out.
[ And because he hasn't heard from him since before he turned human - ]
Are you still having nightmares?
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