Just & True

Hello, I'm Castiel Head of Hufflepuff and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

[clawsandmagic]

Sign of the Times

Derek was stumbling down the hallway, bleeding heavily from his shoulder. He was clutching at it tightly; irritated that it wasn’t healing as quickly as normal. His eyes were searching for a place to sit down that wasn’t out in the open, but staying upright was becoming more difficult as time went on.

[cloakstiel]

Silence seemed to be Castiel’s companion for the night as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor made his rounds. It was preferable to catching students in compromising positions or while causing problems. 

The sound of movement from around the corner caught the professor’s attention and he peered around the corner to see a student in the middle of the hall, blood dripping onto the stone floor. 

“What happened?” The words were out of Castiel’s mouth immediately as he advanced on the teen, gaze locked onto the large wound on his shoulder. “Stop moving, you’re making it worse.” A glance around revealed no seating and with a huff of impatience, the professor waved his wand and summoned a bench. “Take a seat and let me look at it.” 

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

It took a lot of effort for him to allow Dean to pull away. Only the reassurance that the other would return allowed him to do so. With that confirmed, the Hufflepuff wordlessly shifted back toward the headboard and slid under the familiar sheets. Once curled up on his side, Castiel reached for a pillow, comforted by the scent of Dean still trapped there. Now he just had to be patient. 

After a couple minutes, Dean returned, ruffling his hair with a towel. Once done, he threw the towel on a nearby chair. slipped on a pair of shorts and finally climbed onto the bed behind Castiel. Once he laid down, he pushed an arm under the other’s head and pulled him close with the other arm. “Told you I would be back.” He whispered.

[cloakstiel]

It seemed as though an eternity had passed before the bed dipped to signal Dean's return. Castiel immediately curled back into the offered warmth as his gaze tracked the dusting of freckles along the Gryffindor's arm positioned under his head.

"It's amazing how your skin has the same constellations as the stars in the sky. A galaxy mapped into every inch of your body." The Hufflepuff furrowed his brows as he realized that he had focused on Dean's freckles yet again. "Apologies. I'm.... not sure where my sudden obsession came from."

[humangoblin]

Language of the Angels || Spock and Castiel

[humangoblin]

cloakstiel:

humangoblin:

Spock pushed the door open and walked in, standing in front of the professor with his arms tucked formally behind his back.  “Professor Novak, my name is Spock.  I am a graduate student working as a teaching assistant while I partake in research pertaining to the runes around the school.” He introduced.

“I seem to have reached a metaphorical crossroads in my work as I cannot find any translation codex for my most recent discoveries.  I was wondering if you had any resources for unusual languages that may not be in the library.” He asked.  Perhaps it would be better to avoid discussing Lucifer if possible.

The professor gave a slight nod at the greeting. “Yes, I’ve heard of your studies; though not exactly what they were about.” At the inquiry, he motioned for Spock to take a seat. “I have a few. May I see specifically what language it’s in?” Already his mind was cataloging the few books he had on the subject. “Where did you find the language? What was it written on?”

Spock did as gestured and politely sat across from the older man.  He could already tell that this individual would be far more pleasant to talk with as he was rather straightforward.  The Vulcan expected that some samples may be requested so he only brought partial pieces.  If this information was anything like what he had already translated, he was not sure he wanted to give anyone whole pieces of it.

He handed the parchments of the transcribed fragments to Professor Novak.  “It is written into the structure of the school, enchanted to appear only at certain parts of the day.” He explained.

[cloakstiel]

Azure eyes scanned over the item given to him. It was familiar and he knew it, but from where...? “Enochian.” The answer slipped out before he really registered it. Dark brows furrowed with confusion and he glanced up at Spock. “And you said it’s written into the school? When does it appear?” What would the language of angels be doing written on the walls of Hogwarts? 

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

An exasperated sigh escaped when Dean spoke yet he followed the directions by lifting one leg then the other. Once done, he shrugged off his shirt before he reached out to card a hand through Dean’s hair again. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Castiel found it impossible to stop touching the Gryffindor for some reason yet he couldn’t be bothered with figuring out why. “Sleep with me?“

Dean smirked and nodded, gathering Castiel’s shoes neatly beneath the bed and then stood to fold the jacket and place it over a chair in the same matter. “Not a problem.” He nodded toward the bed, “I’m going to take a shower, so you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” He didn’t even get toward the end of the bed before nodding again at Castiel’s question. “Well yeah.”

[cloakstiel]

It took a lot of effort for him to allow Dean to pull away. Only the reassurance that the other would return allowed him to do so. With that confirmed, the Hufflepuff wordlessly shifted back toward the headboard and slid under the familiar sheets. Once curled up on his side, Castiel reached for a pillow, comforted by the scent of Dean still trapped there. Now he just had to be patient. 

[cloakstiel]

I’m Alive

And my computer is too. Hopefully it stays alive. Anywho, Cas, Bucky, Remy, and Clint’s threads will be worked on this weekend.

[humangoblin]

Language of the Angels || Spock and Castiel

Spock was in absolutely no rush to speak with Lucifer again.  He found the man exceptionally infuriating and patronizing as well as unhelpful where he had some skill.  He did, however, know that there was another individual in this school that could possess the same information as the aforementioned Professor, Professor Castiel Novak.

The alumni knew well enough that the two were related, but he would not be surprised if others could not make the connection.  From the exposure Spock has had with both individuals, they had drastically different personalities.  That was what Spock was relying on.

Rapping his knuckles lightly on Professor Novak’s office door, Spock took a deep breath.  “Sir, may I come in?”

[cloakstiel]

Azure eyes squinted with consideration as slim fingers danced along the text within the book set in front of him. Yes, if he added this to the study plan then it would lead perfectly into the study of dragons. He was in the midst of scribbling in some notes when a knock caught his attention followed by a familiar voice. After setting his material aside, he reclined back in his seat and rested his hand on the arm of his chair. “Yes, come in. How can I help you?”

[humangoblin]

Spock pushed the door open and walked in, standing in front of the professor with his arms tucked formally behind his back.  “Professor Novak, my name is Spock.  I am a graduate student working as a teaching assistant while I partake in research pertaining to the runes around the school.” He introduced.

“I seem to have reached a metaphorical crossroads in my work as I cannot find any translation codex for my most recent discoveries.  I was wondering if you had any resources for unusual languages that may not be in the library.” He asked.  Perhaps it would be better to avoid discussing Lucifer if possible.

[cloakstiel]

The professor gave a slight nod at the greeting. “Yes, I’ve heard of your studies; though not exactly what they were about.” At the inquiry, he motioned for Spock to take a seat. “I have a few. May I see specifically what language it’s in?” Already his mind was cataloging the few books he had on the subject. “Where did you find the language? What was it written on?”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

It took a long moment for Castiel to decipher the question aimed at him. “All of it? It’s so constricting.” It was strange to hear the complaint emerge with the hint of a whine at the end. Instead of thinking about it, he tried to unbutton his shirt and looked up at Dean once more. “When I wake up, can I try to count your freckles again? I seem to have failed the first time.” 

Dean looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. Normally it wouldn’t take him this long to answer a question, but he was sleepy. Once he started, the othe gave a nod, “Okay.” He went to unbutton Castiel’s shirt, but moved on to the pants. “You can if you want to. There is a lot of them so it may take you some time to do that. You failed because you went to sleep on me.” When he got the pants unbuttoned and unzipped, he knelt down with the waistband in his hands, taking them down along with him. “Either sit on the bed or lift one leg up at a time.”

[cloakstiel]

An exasperated sigh escaped when Dean spoke yet he followed the directions by lifting one leg then the other. Once done, he shrugged off his shirt before he reached out to card a hand through Dean’s hair again. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Castiel found it impossible to stop touching the Gryffindor for some reason yet he couldn’t be bothered with figuring out why. “Sleep with me?“

[gryffindorsownjc-weber-blog]

DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS <3+

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

“I…. believe that statement is subjective.” The Hufflepuff responded as he slowly removed his fingers from Dean’s hair, though the task seemed monumental. “No, I don’t want to shower. Too much effort.” He sluggishly shrugged off his coat when Dean tugged at it to let it pool on the bed behind him before clumsy fingers tugged at his tie. “Just wanna sleep….”

Dean nodded to respond of wanting to take a shower. He could tell Castiel was tired and just wanted to make sure. “Yeah well you may think that, but my opinion still stands.” After the coat fell onto the bed, he still held up Castiel and with one hand tugged the tie down and picked up the coat, tossing it on a nearby arm chair. “What else do you wanna take off?”

[cloakstiel]

It took a long moment for Castiel to decipher the question aimed at him. “All of it? It’s so constricting.” It was strange to hear the complaint emerge with the hint of a whine at the end. Instead of thinking about it, he tried to unbutton his shirt and looked up at Dean once more. “When I wake up, can I try to count your freckles again? I seem to have failed the first time.” 

[humangoblin]

Language of the Angels || Spock and Castiel

Spock was in absolutely no rush to speak with Lucifer again.  He found the man exceptionally infuriating and patronizing as well as unhelpful where he had some skill.  He did, however, know that there was another individual in this school that could possess the same information as the aforementioned Professor, Professor Castiel Novak.

The alumni knew well enough that the two were related, but he would not be surprised if others could not make the connection.  From the exposure Spock has had with both individuals, they had drastically different personalities.  That was what Spock was relying on.

Rapping his knuckles lightly on Professor Novak’s office door, Spock took a deep breath.  “Sir, may I come in?”

[cloakstiel]

Azure eyes squinted with consideration as slim fingers danced along the text within the book set in front of him. Yes, if he added this to the study plan then it would lead perfectly into the study of dragons. He was in the midst of scribbling in some notes when a knock caught his attention followed by a familiar voice. After setting his material aside, he reclined back in his seat and rested his hand on the arm of his chair. “Yes, come in. How can I help you?”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

Pale eyes closed briefly at the twist the apparation forced into his gut. Once it settled, he opened his eyes and sunk on to the bed though he squinted at Dean when the other kneeled in front of him. “Am I…. Cinderella now? But the Prince put the shoes on instead of-of removing them.” It was too difficult to think about and he just reached up and sluggishly carded his fingers through Dean’s hair. “You’re so pretty, Dean.”

Dean hummed as Castiel ran his fingers through his hair. He would probably snag a couple hairs from the gel he put in his hair and it would pinch, but Dean would ignore it if it came to that. He then chuckled at the comment and looked up at Cas, stopping for a moment. “No, you’re better than Cinderella. You’re Castiel Novak and you’re prettier than Cinderella. And prettier than me.” Dean stood to wrap an arm around the other, lifting and tugging down his coat. “Do you want a shower before bed or do you want to just go to sleep? I know you’re tired.”

[cloakstiel]

“I.... believe that statement is subjective.” The Hufflepuff responded as he slowly removed his fingers from Dean’s hair, though the task seemed monumental. “No, I don’t want to shower. Too much effort.” He sluggishly shrugged off his coat when Dean tugged at it to let it pool on the bed behind him before clumsy fingers tugged at his tie. “Just wanna sleep....”

[cloakstiel]

Professor Castiel and Hogwarts student Castiel!

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

A soft exhaled sigh escaped the Hufflepuff. “I had to get it done. The sooner the better. Then I get more time with you. Until you have to grade papers.” He turned his attention to the stairs and let out a groan of protest as he slumped against the Gryffindor. “I don’t suppose you could just apparate us to your room?” 

“Yeah well sleep is more important than papers. They can wait for your papers. You can even bring them over to the tower and we can grade papers together. I mean I like my desk chair, but the couch is more comfortable.” Castiel was right. Dean took the advice and apparated them to the entrance to the tower, said the password and entered, shutting the door with his foot and went over to sit Castiel down on the edge of the bed. He then knelt down to start taking off The Hufflepuff’s shoes, looking up so often.

[cloakstiel]

Pale eyes closed briefly at the twist the apparation forced into his gut. Once it settled, he opened his eyes and sunk on to the bed though he squinted at Dean when the other kneeled in front of him. “Am I.... Cinderella now? But the Prince put the shoes on instead of-of removing them.” It was too difficult to think about and he just reached up and sluggishly carded his fingers through Dean’s hair. “You’re so pretty, Dean.”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

The words from Dean caused him to lift his head and stare up at the other through a squinted gaze. “Are you… angry? You seem angry. That is now how a prince is supposed to act when saving his princess. It goes against…. things?” He trailed off with uncertainty in his voice.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and looked toward Castiel, “What? No, I’m not angry. I am fine. I just want to get you to bed so you can rest. You always stay late to grade papers. They don’t have to be done that day. You can sleep.” Now the problem was getting Castiel to the tower. 

[cloakstiel]

A soft exhaled sigh escaped the Hufflepuff. “I had to get it done. The sooner the better. Then I get more time with you. Until you have to grade papers.” He turned his attention to the stairs and let out a groan of protest as he slumped against the Gryffindor. “I don’t suppose you could just apparate us to your room?” 

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

The Hufflepuff managed to get to his feet, though most of his weight was braced against Dean. “The fairy tale with the tower. You’re the prince so I…. would be the princess. Wait…” A frown quirked his lips down. “It’s… it’s your tower. So you would be keeping me at your tower. Would that make you the villain? But  want to be at that tower… this is very confusing.”

Dean started making his way toward the tower with Castiel. “It doesn’t make me the villain. You agreed to go to the tower and I am not forcing you to. I haven’t killed a bunch of people and wish the land to be just a disaster. I am taking you to the tower so you can rest and get some sleep.”

[cloakstiel]

The words from Dean caused him to lift his head and stare up at the other through a squinted gaze. “Are you... angry? You seem angry. That is now how a prince is supposed to act when saving his princess. It goes against.... things?” He trailed off with uncertainty in his voice.

[the-endverse]

Lay your weary head to rest.

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

[chevy1mpala79-blog]

cloakstiel:

“Hm?” The question pulled him from his petting and he considered his options. “It doesn’t matter to me as long as you’re there.” The statement was punctuated with more cheek petting. “Are you my knight in shinning armor that will take me to the tower? That’s from a fairy tale. Have you read it?”

Dean couldn’t help but to let out a laugh, “Yeah. I am the knight in shiny armour, taking you to the tower and which fairy tale. I’m sure all of them are the same.” He stood, gently grabbing Castiel by the waist and pulling him up with himself. “We are going to the tower though, since you seem too tired. And maybe when we have free time, you can tell me all about the fairytales.”

[cloakstiel]

The Hufflepuff managed to get to his feet, though most of his weight was braced against Dean. “The fairy tale with the tower. You’re the prince so I.... would be the princess. Wait...” A frown quirked his lips down. “It’s... it’s your tower. So you would be keeping me at your tower. Would that make you the villain? But  want to be at that tower... this is very confusing.”