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" Shut up and listen. " The angel spat, each and every word as stressed as the last. It was not often that he spoke in this manner, so his frustration was clear. He had caught a glimpse of the mark on Dean's arm- And had promptly seen to grabbing the man's arm and noting that it was indeed the Mark of Cain. On his face was a mixture of emotions, primarily frustration and sorrow. " Do you understand the consequences, Dean? "

"I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to kill Abaddon as much as I do. This is our chance, Cas. And if I can, I’ll take it. I don’t care about the consequences." the hunter shared with his strong voice, confident and unfailing, although he didn’t step away from the angel or reacted to the grab of his arm. Castiel was the last person he needed trying to move him from his objective.

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Dean raised his eyebrows right away, a trait that usually showed that he was giving his complete attention to the one talking to him. In this case, it was much more than that. Dean wasn’t only giving complete attention to Castiel, he was utterly entranced by him. Nothing else in the World mattered more right now than keeping this angel alive.

The angel’s weak words ran up his spine and the hunter looked at the wing, standing up suddenly. He didn’t mutter a single word, focusing only on helping Cas any way he could. Castiel had never materialized his wings before and it was terrifying. He quickly moved awafy the stand with a groan, freeing the wing. He couldn’t help but stare. Castiel’s wings were in terrible shape, yet they were still imposing. He felt his eyes become watery as he crouched slightly to touch the torn feathers in a light caress.

He couldn’t help but frown in anguish as he ate his lower lip before standing, running one hand over his lips.

He had no idea what to do. There was nothing to do but wait.

He sat down against the angel, again, careful not to touch the wings and grabbed his hand tightly in comfort.

"It’s okay, Cas. You’re gonna be safe soon. We can fix this— Just hold on a little longer. Don’t talk. Just breathe."

blueeyedseraph

As the weight of the bedside table was lifted from his tattered wing, the seraph let out a quiet sigh of relief. The wing then curled in on itself a bit, as he drew it closer to his body; the other wing, however, remained extended, and did not move in the slightest bit- Which hinted at damaged bones, ligaments, tendons. Yet, regardless, both wings continued to jolt in a spastic manner every few seconds.

A hissing, agonized sound of pain escaped weakly from paled lips as the torn feathers were touched- Because the wings were essentially his Grace, his True Being, in physical form, and his grace had been notably damaged.

Blue orbs, however, did not open, rather, they remained closed-- And it seemed as if it were going to stay that way. " .... It Wi...ll... No longer make...A di...fference... " The seraph stated flatly, his voice growing weaker with each second that he spoke. He breathed in slowly, but as the time passed, even breathing was a strenuous difficulty. " ... Dean, " His voice was growing quieter as well. " ...M..y wings... Materialized... Because I... Lost c...ontrol of my form... " And losing one's control over their physical form, for an angel, was a huge indication of a problem.

The look on the seraph's face was surprisingly stern. " ...Co...nnect ... The...Dots... Dean... "

He was knocking on death's door: That was the message.

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jennilah

this came out dumber than intended… and i intended for it to be pretty dang dumb.

Anyway.

I imagine Cas not quite grasping the concept of video games very well.

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500 followers~ Never thought Gabe would get this many to be honest. I am not going to name everyone in a follow forever, but some people I just adore talking to in and out of character, or seeing on my dash

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" Shut up and listen. " The angel spat, each and every word as stressed as the last. It was not often that he spoke in this manner, so his frustration was clear. He had caught a glimpse of the mark on Dean's arm- And had promptly seen to grabbing the man's arm and noting that it was indeed the Mark of Cain. On his face was a mixture of emotions, primarily frustration and sorrow. " Do you understand the consequences, Dean? "

"I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to kill Abaddon as much as I do. This is our chance, Cas. And if I can, I’ll take it. I don’t care about the consequences." the hunter shared with his strong voice, confident and unfailing, although he didn’t step away from the angel or reacted to the grab of his arm. Castiel was the last person he needed trying to move him from his objective.

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Dean was terrified. It was a feeling he felt often, made him realise he was still alive. That was what made him strong in the first place. Not that he saw himself that way. He was just a hopeless survivor, trying to keep his brother alive. And now, he had to keep Castiel alive too. He had lost Bobby already. Sam hated him. He wasn’t allowing the angel to die too. Not like this. Not because of him.

He was at complete loss though, last time he saw Castiel’s wings close to that, he lost him in the river. And this was much worse. Much, much more terrifying.

"Well?" Dean spatted as he eyed the demon in utter despair, eyebrows furrowed deeply. "What are you waiting for?! Go get ‘em-" he started raging but before he could further act, the King was gone with a roll of eyes. Dean didn’t trust him. But they were at a time where they owed each other too much for Crowley to risk letting Cas die.

Once the demon was gone, the hunter pretty much flew to Castiel, holding his face with care and tenderness he rarely showed as he tried to clean the blood trailing down his chin. He was rarely this emotionally broken. This desperate and tender at the same time. But Cas was worth that. Even if he would never admit it out loud unless he was forced to, Cas was worth it.

"Cas." he breathed out, voice broken, worried overflowing in the spark of water covering his eyes as he tried to caught the angel’s attention. "Cas, please— Look at me, man! Stay with me! Crowley’s bringing you the spell, ya gonna be alright, ya hear me? Just hold on a little longer! Hold on, man!"

blueeyedseraph

The pain that coursed through his body… It was so consuming that he had great difficulty focusing on anything else- No matter how urgent it may be. The black-feathered wings fluttered occasionally, the movements spastic in nature, as if to remind the hunter that they were, indeed, there.

The seraph focused his efforts and his energy on peeling open his eyes so that he could see the object that weighed down on his left wing— But he couldn’t manage to get them to open— Rather, the eyelids fluttered about, as if glued shut. " Dean, " He spoke, tone urgent; but his tone was hushed, almost nonexistent, agonized. Speaking was difficult, and the majority of his words either didn’t escape his lips, or came out as squeaks, or breaths of pain. " —… M..y wing… " The bed-side stand had fallen over earlier when his wings sprouted from his back; now the stand was laying on it’s side, laying heavily on his left wing— Making his current existence even more agonizing than it already was.

At the hunters last comment, there was a small smile— The movement of even his lips showed clear difficulty. ” … I … Am… … Tr..ying.. “

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chaoziran

"So wait, mom’s making you limp?”

"… figuratively, yes."

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Requested by anon, Season 7 Episode 17

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[ I say it's legit. ]

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Way to be subtle!

blueeyedseraph

[ Dean's just like, ' Fuck that angel decoration']

crowleytm

Crowley nodded, his hand resting on Castiel’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. Truly. I get what you’re going through. You can never really know whether you can trust anyone, after all. That angel going around behind your back… I’d be happy to splatter his brains across the globe, but I know you want to take care of it yourself. It’s Heaven business, after all. But we’re in this together, mate. This was just a little bump in the road. We’ll be okay.”

He let go of Castiel’s shoulder and nodded slightly. “I know you don’t need to eat, but you always look so happy when you have cheeseburgers. I like making you happy.”

blueeyedseraph

The blue-orbs flickered to stare at the demon king for a time, and then he blinked. As that contemplative expression spread across his features, he not-so-subtly tilted his head to the side. " Well, you are correct. If I am to continue to lead Heaven, then I will have to be the one to make an example of him-- " And, mid-sentence, the seraph trailed off, as if saying ' well, you get the point'.

There was a shrug, and a distant look in his gaze, before he regarded Crowley. A grin crept up his features, meeting his eyes, " I do regard them as one of the best... Culinary feats of mankind. " The grin grew wider.

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