[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ 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? ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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 - ]
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text; un: castiel
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?
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
[ un: winchester ]
her name's charis. she likes checking in on people I know.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
text; un: castiel
It protected us in the Great Sleep.
no subject
what would I track you for anyway?
no subject
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?