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Sharknado // Castiel & Dean

Azure eyes narrowed contemplatively as they scanned the darkening sky above. There was a shift in atmospheric pressure teetering on the edge of abnormal that had caught the angel's attention and now, standing on the rooftop of a non-descriptive building, Castiel was trying to discover what was behind it. The onslaught of weather changes since his attention had been captured was escalating at a pace that even surprised him, which should be impossible.

There was no demonic or spiritual signature that he could read to explain it. But there was something else concerning: it was getting worse. The pressure was dropping at an accelerated rate while wind speed was gaining strength. His gaze flickered down as he felt the tug on his overcoat as if to punctuate his realization. It had the makings of a furious storm, perhaps even a hurricane, which wouldn't seem unusual if it didn't seem so sudden and unpredictable.

Only a half hour ago, the skies had been clear. The sun had been bright and the temperature had been at 36 degrees by the Celsius scale, 97 by Fahrenheit. (It was confusing why there were two different scales to measure temperature, but that wasn't the issue at hand. He'd have to remember to ask Sam about that later.)

His focus shifts from his coat to the coastline visible across the line of building to his left. He could see humanity casually enjoying the surf as though the ominous signs in weather was nothing to be concerned with. Why wouldn't they care about the sudden shift? Couldn't they feel the turmoil the weather was falling into?

With a rustle of wings, Castiel disappeared from the rooftop and reappeared seconds later yards above the ocean. Below him he could see the numerous species of marine life; most notably a large shiver of sharks making their way North.

Head tilting in curiosity, he studies them for a moment. The sharks themselves seemed abnormal as well though, again, there was no sign of anything supernatural or spiritual being involved. Their current posture signaled high aggressiveness; not only were their backs were hunched as they swam, but their pectoral fins were lowered. Paired together it lead to a rapid zig-zag swimming formation that bordered on frantic.

With no clear answers as to the change in nature, the only option he had was to track down the Winchesters. Together they could figure out the cause before the situation took a dire turn. Slipping his hand into his coat pocket, his fingers curl around the phone given to him by the brothers. His thumb types in one of two numbers he has memorized before bringing it up to his ear and, patiently, he waits for Dean to answer.

#saltstainedleather #It's a sharknado. Though technically it was a hurricane but Sharkacane didn't have a smooth ring to it apparently #Or would it be hurrashark?

I mean... it felt... interesting, I suppose.

But now I am covered in oats...

#passionofthecas #saltstainedleather #tiny!cas #castiel #destiel #food

-sighs-

#tiny!cas #saltstainedleather #ihadtheangelblade #destiel #supernatural #ooc: -casually makes self sad- me too cas me too #.....-silently wants to cuddle with someone aaarghhh-

Dreaming is still a new and strange sensation...

I hate the feeling of waking up from them the most... getting shocked back to reality is overwhelming sometimes.

#tiny!cas #saltstainedleather #destiel #supernatural #castiel

They do seem to last much longer at these proportions.

#saltstainedleather #tiny!cas #castiel #supernatural #spn

Dare 3

3. Call up the last person you fantasized about

Im sighed, holding the phone in her hands, giving Dean an exasperated look. "Do I really...?" Another sigh. "Fine." Flipping open the phone, she dialed, holding it tightly instead of putting it to her ear.

It only took a moment, and she shot Dean a sheepish smile as his phone began to ring.

#:P #saltstainedleather

Reckoning or reconciliation

*Bobby knew that revealing himself to Dean was dangerous, for both of them, but if he had any hope of finding an answer, he needed to have his help, and wherever Dean was, he couldn’t get in.

Of course, things were ticklish, they were hunting the creature leaving cold bodies, the signs of ghost and demon on the scene, and he wasn’t sure if they knew what they were hunting. The Bounty Hunter was a legend, and a vague one at that, but if anyone had lore on it, it would be the Men of Letters. It was worth the risk.

Which was why he was sitting on the hood of his work car at the assigned meeting place waiting for Dean to show up. He figured Dean would be late, double checking to make sure Bobby didn’t have backup. He was contemplating what to say when the familiar car drove up.*

#ninetypercentcrap #faithlesshunter #saltstainedleather