#convo:dean

[gracedfallen]

The conversation he’d been laying off since Halloween had to come up eventually and after seeing Sam, it gave the celestial a little hope that maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as perhaps Castiel had anticipated. That maybe he should stop blaming himself but that cloud of guilt surrounding him hadn’t passed. Not at all. Even more so when he sees the hunter now in his vision. How was he supposed to approach this? As if they were fine? He’d been a demon and forced, Dean, his closest longtime friend, who’d been a hybrid at the time, to feed on demon blood. After how badly he knew that demon blood had affected Sam in the past and all the crap Cas had given him for it. He did it anyway because he just felt like it. No morals or fear of consequence. So he starts with what he needs to instead of an awkward greeting. “I’m sorry, Dean. I’m really, really sorry.” There’s a tone on Cas’ voice now of pain. How badly that choice must have effect Dean, even to the present time. “There’s no excuse for what I did.” 

@ofbowlegs

[chesslawrence]

Days were becoming harder to get through. He thought it’d get easier over time but he’s impatient. He wants to feel better now. He’s still knackered and he felt dizzy so he slides down the surface of another wall. He feels like shit and everywhere he went only triggered a horrible recall of the things Luciano did all over town? Was he really safe anywhere? It’s hard to breathe for a few moments and he pulls his head into his face. One person he really knew could make this better was Gabriel but he hadn’t seen him in ages. He missed him more than anyone and he needed him more than ever. He hadn’t prayed to him in little but maybe he should. “Gabe...if you can hear this, I really fucking need you." He utters before hearing a turn around the corner so he faces the direction of the noise. @carriesheavens

[amikaelsonmaniac]

Ever since Kol had accidental killed Hazel in his ultimate lack of control, the Original panicked. He hadn't really known what to do so he left her body in the same place and went home immediately to get away from it. He'd tried ignoring it all day but the situation plague his mind to that point it follows him home to his apartment he shared with Rebekah. Hearing the cracks the mirror, Kol turned around. Approaching it, he stepped closer to see what was happening. The cracks surrounded the mirror surface before Hazel's figure appeared in the reflection which startled him, causing Kol to walk backwards. The ghost didn't seem happy at all. Kol's mind was fragile but he didn't know this wasn't real. "Hazel, no...." he muttered. "I didn't mean for this to happen to you, I promise," he muttered. 

@mcrked

[gracedfallen]

Returned from his small trip to Illinois, and a small gathering of meetings with other angels as to discuss the state on who should be running Heaven with all Archangel’s gone; with Castiel a frontrunner, he was free for now. Like with all his free time, it was wanted to be spent with one person. Dean Winchester. Profound bound aside, Castiel knew about when he should check in on his friend. He’d given the Winchester’s the small bit of space to deal with something personal. It’s become routine. Appearing, as per-usual, without pre-established warning, Castiel stood on facing Dean with a prolonged stare. “Dean,” the angel spoke to announce his presence. There's immediately a sense of worry that courses through the angels being that can't be helped. But, as Castiel figured, Dean wasn't much of a 'talker'. He didn't talk about his feelings so Cas had to interpret his physical stance and motions to indicate something was wrong for himself.  He knew something wasn’t right. For now, a distraction would be enough to break the ice. “I wish the angels upstairs would give me a break. You know? It’s like, one prevent Apocalypse and they still haven’t figured it out yet.” It’s supposed to be a joke. Not executed greatly but classic Castiel awkwardness was present. @carriesheavens

[gracedfallen]

With Castiel’s grace back, he was back to being himself. Leg healed. All injuries he’d inflicted really had healed and the first person he’d obvious tell was going to be Dean without a question about it. He still had to get his angel blade however back from Dominic before this demon did.. He appeared to his hunter friend from behind, just like he’d always done. He was smiling and it was genuine. He muttered the infamous lines he’d always greeted the Winchester with since they’d met. “Hello, Dean.”

@carriesheavens

[gracedfallen]

With the oppositions in Heaven and Castiel being a head contender of possible leaders for the new order, he had suspected sooner or late that he'd be attacked by one of his own kind. And he's quick to defend himself with a stab with his angel blade. Though he hates killing his own kind, he does need to prove to the others that he shouldn't be messed with.  A bright heavenly flash illuminates the area and body drops to the floor. "Oh, brother. I did not want to do that." Before turning around a seeing his best friend. It gave him the slightest calming effect. Dean didn’t like angels. Most of them. “Dean...”

@carriesheavens

[chesslawrence]

Luciano couldn’t have been enjoying the pleasures of his new upgraded magic more. But he’s bored out of his mind. He wanted more but the Strix witches know were probably a lot harder to track now Tristan had probably informed him on what happened. He also hated Chester’s wardrobe choices so dressed way more formally than Chester. He feels eyes on him and it’s not until he turns around he can tell it’s Dean Winchester from using his brain. “What are you looking at?” Would Dean notice the clear transformation or would he shrug it off as some others did. @carriesheavens

[chesslawrence]

Chester had thought a little too much about what Castiel had told him. Why should he care? He didn’t but he felt like somehow this was his buisness with zero explanation on why. And if he were to see Dean, he’d be subtle. But was Chester ever really sublte with the things that came out of his mouth. His approaching birthday typical meant spending less time at the bar but this year, it was the completely opposite. He’d been there for most days, letting time fade away. Raising his eyes from the desk, he smiled at the sight of the Winchester instantly. “Well, isn’t it was Winchester, without...the Chester? You know, that’s me. It’s a joke.” He nodded his head with a grin. “Oh, I just wanted to congratulate you, buddy.” He said as he moved his hand to pat his shoulder.

@the-righteousman