#*mikael

[agreatandhonorablesoldier]

#for the sake of literally every female character on this show, I wish every goddamn day that he’d just fucking ripped damon’s heart out. 

[isisisak]

does anyone else think the way Even dances in S3E8 and the way Elias dances in S4E1 behind Sana is the exact same dance move? Those dancing Bakka Boys :’)  "Even, stop throwing your long limbs around like that! You’re gonna injure someone, come here, look! LOOK! Do it like this"

[agreatandhonorablesoldier]

The start of revenge

Castiel stood before the gate, pausing only to look over at his companion.  The young man looked at him and nodded quickly, hand clutching the stake in his hand, just in case this went badly.  Cas easily broke through the lock, and shoved the top of the weak tomb, looking down at the creature resting there, this creature who bore so much resemblance to his brother. 

He wondered if this was perhaps an ancestor of his brother’s vessel.  He tilted his head, watching as his eyes shot open, looking around briefly before shutting again.  Seems he didn’t find the two men enough reason to wake. 

Cas looked over at young man, nodding quickly. He stuck out a hand, while Castiel drew a small knife from his pocket. He made a small cut on the other’s palm squeezing it to try welling up more blood; he turned it, dripping the blood into the vampire’s mouth. They watched as the vampire gasped awake, rapidly rejuvenating his starved appearance.  “Don’t, get it away.” Adam pulled his hand back, wrapping it up. “How strange, a vampire that doesn’t want fresh human blood."  

Castiel tilted his head, studying this vampire, who behaved in a manner he was unaccustomed to.

“You’d be surprised,” he raised an eyebrow, “why did you wake me?”  Adam looked at Castiel; he wondered that himself; all he knew was that Cas brought him out of hell, asking if he would be a willing companion for a journey to awaken help. “That is not of import at the moment. I need you to help me with something, Mikael.”

Mikael slide his eyes shut, “I’ll need out of these chains.” Castiel flicked his wrist, sending the chains flying through the air. “Blood would help get you back on your feet.” Adam’s voice was rough from two years of disuse in this dimension. Mikael looked over at the young men who was tense, yet not afraid, “I don’t feed on the living, haven’t for a very long time.” Cas leaned forward, “Well, I can help there.” Mikael surveyed this him, taking in this strange man, who woke him. He let his vampiric nature take over, surging forward, sinking his teeth into his neck. He pulled back quicker than he normally would’ve, pushing Castiel away, “What are you? That wasn’t anything I’ve had before.” 

Castiel held a hand to his neck, willing himself to heal the puncture marks, “Angel of the Lord. I’d imagine my blood is more potent that vampire and whatever other creatures you’ve feed on. Now, I need your help.” Mikael nodded, climbing out of the coffin, joining Adam and Castiel, ready to help these two however they needed.