Mortal Resurrection

Wandering the land for a purpose unfound, an angel loses faith and grace is soon to follow. No longer of celestial intent, but a human with flaw. I track imaginarywingsx {Indie post season 8 Castiel blog. }

[imaginarywingsx]

"…and should the blame fall on me—"

[imaginarywingsx]

"...and should the blame fall on me--"

[imaginarywingsx]

Your Cas is back???!

outofgrace; Kinda, sorta, not really? I mean...I would love to pick up sometime, but I am not sure if I could even make my mark once more upon the SPN fandom. 

[thenorthern-girl]

[thespywhospies]

[ladiesofletters]

[dudewheresmypie-deactivated2023]

a fucking bitch apparently

[wnchesters]

it hurts to become

[castiol-deactivated20160427]

[imaginarywingsx]

Go now~

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            The second the angel picked up, there was relief. And mild anger. Dean just felt angry at everything right now. Angry at Sam for WANTING to die, angry at himself for now being able to stop all this, and angry at Cas for going and getting himself into this dumb mess. This meant he was homeless, and extremely vulnerable against other angels. Sure the guy knew a thing or two about fighting, but little fighting skill and a now very human life span, verses VERY angry angels on a line of vengeance? It just wasn’t any competition on who would win.Licking his lips and letting his head fall back, he inhaled and exhaled before answering.             “Yeah, it’s me. I’m glad you’re alright.” It was the first words to leave his mouth. He really wasn’t sure why. “Listen, me and Sam we’re alright… he’s…. alright. I can’t really explain to you how but things are looking up for now. I can’t really leave him by himself so you’re gonna have to let me know where you are and I can have someone come babysit him.” He hoped he wasn’t days away. Dean didn’t feel like going on a long trip and Sam was still riding shotgun with an angel on his shoulder, literally. He didn’t have a lot of traveling time available.              “I’m gonna try and come pick you up. But if it’s far you’re gonna have to find a way to meet me half way.”

[imaginarywingsx]

Taking in what the hunter had to say left Castiel reeling for a mere moment. Dean was worried, that much was evident in the way he was so carefully placing his words and letting him know the newest information he'd missed out on. "I told you I was fine earlier." And he had been--it was only after their conversation that situations went 'south' so to speak. Fine details about Hael would be shoved a side, the eldest Winchester had enough on his shoulders with out the insistent press of the ex-angel's own burdens weighing him into the dirt. Licking his lips, Cas' head leaned back; and he absently nodded at no one forgetting that Dean wouldn't be able to bear witness to such a simple head motion being miles away.

"If he is stable for now, that is all we can hope for, correct? I am just pleased to hear that he has not worsened any more from the last time we spoke."

At the prospect of Dean going out of his way, Castiel was quick to give a soft inaudible grunt of somewhat dissatisfied proportions. "Dean, no...you told me to find my way to the bunker, I can do that--no need to make the trip." It wasn't that he didn't want his friend's help...it just seemed like there was enough for him to focus on right now other than worrying about going on a quest to pluck him off the side of an unmarked road. "I am not even currently sure where my exact location is..." He would have to make it to the next town to be sure...and that could be miles away. "It would be best to stay with Sam, no matter how well he is doing now; you need your eye on him. Do not be focused on me right now."

With a price on his head once more, it felt almost as if nothing changed. This was the normality of his existence; in yet severely changed with his lack of power. None the less, still a soldier--just without weaponry.

[shires]

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             Tired.               He was plain tired.             Things just weren’t what they used to be. Dean didn’t have the energy, the strength, the endurance. Sam was okay, for now… but what would happen when he found out there was an angel riding shotgun? How angry would he be at Dean for tricking him? Dean just didn’t have the energy to think of how this would affect things. For now, he needed to gather his ducks and place them in a box instead of a row before they went waddling off again to god knows where.             Starting with contacting Cas. After making sure Sam was okay and… asleep. He walked outside and dialed the phone before placing it to his ear. He hoped Cas would pick up, he knew that a cellphone might of not been on him but it was a shot in the dark he had to take. Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he let out an unsteady breath and licked his lips smoothly. Here went nothing and he hoped Cas was okay and safe.

[imaginarywingsx]

There's a rush that is terminated throughout his body when the jarring affect of strange vibrations and muffled chirping of phone ringing persistently within the confines of his newly acquired jacket. Right. The cellular device that had been long out of use was still on his person...he had stumbled across it whilst taking each item out of the now forgotten trench coat left at he laundromat; pocketing it with loose change and a few other items that may prove to be necessity. Castiel was not about to take his chances...he clung to everything he had--but was not quick to except offered hand outs.

It was different when he was the one on the receiving end of a helping hand. 

Ceasing his footfalls, a hand jammed into the crevice; fumbling with the hunk of plastic--it was amazing it still had much of a charge. Flashing on the lighted screen was the keyed in name 'Dean', and the familiar sense of fleeting purpose resonated just as it was about to spark and fade. The ex-angel is not hesitant to press the button to answer; but when lips part to speak--there's nothing...but he can feel the other at the end of the line, more than likely expecting some form of sound to greet him. Breathing in felt different, lungs almost greedily taking in the atmosphere before his voice rasped deeper than usual, heavy with the need for sleep.

                                                                                 "Hello, Dean."

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[imaginarywingsx]

The soft sound of crunching leaves beneath muddy shoes leave an echo into the night. Nightly creatures crooning and going about their habitual nightly rounds. He feels the cold, the dull ache of his feet that have been walking much too long. It's fresh--new and it triggers a deeper meaning to the term 'humanity' for that of the once grace-ridden flesh. Sleep would have been preferable--if he knew how to settle in and where he could lay his head. There was the bunker (of which was requested to return to by Dean's insistent press of his brashly gruff voice filled with what he could assume was protective nature), but after traveling by foot for miles, on top of hitched rides he had received to small destinations; he could only assume he was still quite a ways away.

No rest when home is so far in the distance...

Crystal hues stare ahead, dark bags formed against the dirtied skin. His journey was still just beginning--

[hunter-and-biggest-nightmare]

A little research.

[kitty-kathleen]

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            “Do you know how many times my trust has been broken, Cas? Do you know how hard it is to trust someone who’s consistently crushed your trust down into the dirt? I’m pretty sure you understand where I’m sitting.”

[imaginarywingsx]

"..." Silence swept over his form, royal tinctures tilted downwards as the words of dismal approach enter and caress the ex-angel's frame of mind. "I know--I do." His gruff voice starts off soft, as if trying to keep the flicking feeling from being easy to define. "But...even after all I've done, I thought it right. I thought it best, and I had your well being in mind each and every single time. So perhaps you can realize that we all make mistakes, some more than others...and find it in you to help assist in the passing of this between us."