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Not Dad... || Open

"So do you know how long a very, very, long time is?”

"Months," Castiel spoke, "I was sent to watch over you."

#mydadisasalesmanoflies

Blind Faith || (itstheangelcastiel)

"You heard my—…" She trailed off, still staring at the man as he rose. He seemed taller than she’d first thought. In fact, he seemed much stranger standing than he did sitting. What in the hell was happening?

"You’re expectin’ me t’ believe that… ‘fter the decade ‘n a half that I have prayed, it’s taken this long for Mr. Creator of All Things to send me help?” She blurted, quite bitterly.

"Sure do fuckin’ have a slow process up there, if this isn’t some stupid dream." Renae muttered before she crossed her arms over her chest.

"So, what should I address y’ by? Assumin’ angels have Earthly names like the Bible says they do."

Castiel glared at the woman. Mr. Creator of All Things seemed to be absent, even for him... Cas let her harsh words replay in his head, wondering if he should just smite the huntress, or show mercy and let her live. "During the decade and a half that you've been praying, we've had larger problems to handle," he spoke, returning the bitter tone. It wasn't a lie... Protecting the Winchesters was a handful.

"My name is Castiel. You may call me Cas, if you wish. Some humans seem to prefer the nickname given to me."

#bloodonherhands

Not Dad... || Open

"Oh." Letha frowned. She really missed her dad. She asked quietly, looking up at him. "How long is a while?" Her eyes returned to the ground.

"A very, very, long time," the angel admitted.

#mydadisasalesmanoflies

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Blind Faith || (itstheangelcastiel)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Son of a—”

Renae jolted, falling halfway off the pew and grabbing at its wood frame for aide, wide cobalt eyes staring at the man who’d appeared behind her. Slowly, she stood up and took a more defensive and intimidating stance, though not armed for combat. Yet.

“W-Where the hell did you come from?” She managed, brows together in confusion.

She looked at the man, dressed in a tan trench coat and suit. His hair looked like it hand’t been combed in about three days, but the rest of him looked pristine and nearly like he’d never even said the word dirt before in his life.

And those eyes.

Folk wondered at her eye color a lot, and she’d grown accustom to being the scary woman with the funny eyes. Never had she seen such blue hues, though. They were angelic, almost.

Wait…

Castiel kept a straight face and stayed seated. "You prayed. I've come to aid you." He slowly rose from the pew, almost towering over the woman. "My name is Castiel, and I'm an Angel of The Lord." His cyan eyes looked over her. No weapons. Odd for a huntress.

#bloodonherhands

burningtocinders-deactivated201

Open RP

Stays where he is waiting for the fire to get closer towards him. Keeping his eyes towards the fire instead of the struggling angel. Smirking a little as his hand started to glow hot as he had the fire burn brighter and hotter as they crawled closer towards him.