#thcrnypain

[chyremn]

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head tilts at an odd angle at the faux nurse's words, fingers picking at the edge of the hospital blanket partially covering him where he half-sits, half-lies on the narrow bed. absentmindedly rubbing the fabric together. again, and again. meg appears bothered, so castiel's eyes unfocuses for a moment ; attempting to listen to something far away. blue hues drift past her, toward the door, then the ceiling. then nowhere at all.

' sleep is . . . inefficient. ' voice quiet as he speaks, ' every time i close my eyes, i can hear your voice. you're singing to me, it's very beguiling ─ but distracting. ' gaze shifts back to the demon, movement of his fingers ceasing as he folds his hands atop blanket.

' you're brooding. ' castiel repeats gently. then he murmurs, almost to himself, ' there's something wrong. the air is . . . buzzing. like a housefly trapped in a bottle. ' a pause. ' but if you tell me not to worry, then i won't. ' he stops himself there, letting the silence linger between them for a moment. it feels nice. the angel shifts slightly, mouth quirking as he gives a nod toward the magazine in her grasp. hand sluggishly moving to point in the same direction. ' are you finding anything of interest ? '

@thcrnypain

[nursewashing]

❛ good afternoon, nurse masters! ❜ anya greets her new co-worker with a gentle smile, doing her best to keep a chipper attitude. she doesn't know much about the other nurse, but perhaps that's why she's approaching the other. why not extend a friendly greeting?

❛ it's nice to meet another nurse on the job, ❜ she softly continues, long lashes fluttering as she gazes at @thcrnypain. ❛ are you adjusting all right? is there anything i can do to help you? ❜

[aymixium]

Castiel was born to be used. He was born to follow orders.

His soul aches for more---

A spanner in the works.

Heaven's insurgent.

Not because he wanted to overthrow heaven (Raphael did!) but because he just didn't want to do what he was told. He was defiant not maliciously but because it didn't sit well with his soul/grace/heart.

It's like being AuDHD and being forced to sit through something you have zero interest in when you are mid-hyperfix on something completely unrelated.

All of this to say that I was reading @thcrnypain 's daily Megcanon (it's delightful reading you should all do follow her tbh) and it made me think... That's why he's so attracted to her. He also has internal thorny pain but he was never allowed to to l feel it. He was literally brainwashed into becoming a soldier (Naomi did this to all the angels) for a cause he didn't believe in.

Meg is unapologetically herself, a demon, born that way no human sob story of don't and changing. She was never changed. She was always allowed to be her, to feel her pain, embrace it along with who she is. She was encouraged to do that by Azazel, who created her.

He's low-key jealous of that but to him it is so attractive to just be yourself, wholly and unapologetically. It's a huge deal and he finds it incredibly attractive.

Everyone in his life is secretly using him EXCEPT Meg who is wide open with her intentions and thoughts. He doesn't have to guess or try to understand human emotions at a level he simply cannot. He just had to be himself.

And that's why Megstiel is the OTP for me.

FIND A CAUSE AND SERVE IT // megs anthem, Castiel's dream

[qapsiel]

@thcrnypain in response to an inept god

                               CASTIEL LOOKS AT THE CIGARETTE AS IF IT WANTS TO BITE HIM. Nevermind that the toxic smoke can't harm him because he's immune to every human poison (except maybe an entire store of alcohol –– the hangover had not been fun); it wouldn't affect him, anyway. And a demon hands it to him on top of that, and angels aren't in the habit of accepting anything from the spawns of Hell (again: except for maybe a kiss, but let's not go there).

                                "He made beings that try to wipe out his most prized creation," he says, choosing to ignore the cigarette for now. "We stopped the first; now there is another archangel trying to start the apocalypse all over again. This seems like a faulty design to me."

[bloodchic]

@thcrnypain said: ' jesus, you look like shit. '

' no offense, but you don't exactly look like a fresh bouquet of flowers either ─ sweetheart. '

eyes dark and inky. unwavering. unblinking. fellow demon lifts the cigarette to her mouth, lips closing around the stick as she takes a drag. ' and you certainly don't smell like one. ' said with a lazy exhale of smoke.

[m0tel]

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Yeah, the kid's not reading shit. Not today, anyway.

He wiggles his fingers inches from Kevin's face to double check, but the no blinking thing leans full postal. Every hour on the hour, the medium-hot nurse is back to pump another cocktail into his prophetically-induced psychosis, and Dean wonders if they'll get to leave here with a goody bag. Better yet, a goody bag and a working Kevin, but he's not holding his breath. Best they can hope for is a well-rested one, and that sucks almost as much as the company does.

"Cool. Any other brilliant ideas?" His grip folds tighter on the tablet. Meg taking a peek is just as fruitless, naturally, but he's hard pressed to offer any view greater than this ten degree fold. She puts him on edge just by breathing, so the gap between won't-kill-you-yet and a lick of trust is still canyons wide. He squints back down at the symbols, nail scratching in the divots. "Kinda dumb you can't call up a dead prophet. No way those guys are busy."

[arc-sunsymbols]

/aggressively bites knees/ for not killing crowley you must sacrifice your kneecaps as reparations to me

      "i tried to!!!!!!!! like twice!!!!"

[toxicblacks]

      “ Time to go back home, meg.”

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