I was once a star...

Castiel of the Dirty Trench Coat Patron Saint of the Perpetually Confused My name is Castiel. My people skills tend to be a bit "rusty". - Leave me a message - HUG CASTIEL WORDS HEAD CANONS ((This is a ANGELS AND THE PHONEBOX RP account ))

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

Did my idiot of a husband make a deal with you or is he just being his normal brand of stupid?

Oh he made a deal with me alright. And he’s a year past his collection date.

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

A deal is a deal, Darling. If I break it, Sam dies. They are both living on borrowed time. 

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Bullshit. You’ve broken deals before.

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

Maybe so, but if I break this one, Sam is screwed.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

How do I save Sam then? How do I make him safe other then allowing my idiot of a husband to sell his soul.

Can I make a trade of some sort for his safety? Voiding Dean's deal.

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

Did my idiot of a husband make a deal with you or is he just being his normal brand of stupid?

Oh he made a deal with me alright. And he’s a year past his collection date.

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

A deal is a deal, Darling. If I break it, Sam dies. They are both living on borrowed time. 

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Bullshit. You've broken deals before.

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

Did my idiot of a husband make a deal with you or is he just being his normal brand of stupid?

Oh he made a deal with me alright. And he’s a year past his collection date.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[closes his eyes trying to keep calm] Alright. I figured as much.

I have a business proposition for you then….

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

Do go on.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

If he's over a year late, I can see you're not that hot on collecting. Meaning you know he's more trouble then he's worth, because I can assure you if you take him, I will attempt to rescue him.

And as I doubt you'd like me along with a few archangels and a timelord messing up your domain again I suggest a trade.

I'll give you my grace and/or my wings to do with whatever you wish, in trade for Dean's soul. It's not his to bargain with anyways, I put claim on it. It's very much like buying stolen goods at this point. So no more deals with Dean. From you or any other demon. Winchesters are off the wish list. For good.

[marketing-for-real-estate-agent]

Did my idiot of a husband make a deal with you or is he just being his normal brand of stupid?

Oh he made a deal with me alright. And he’s a year past his collection date.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[closes his eyes trying to keep calm] Alright. I figured as much.

I have a business proposition for you then....

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[hugs him tighter, wings coming out to wrap around them] Nothing is going to take you. I swear it.

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Balled up fists clench the back of the others shirt. He’s only able to manage choked apologies.]

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[hums quietly, zapping them to bed, keeping Dean wrapped up in his wings] You're mine and you're not going anywhere. You belong here.

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Sobs, trying his best to choke back his emotions. Clinging to Castiel.]

                  I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[hugs him tighter, wings coming out to wrap around them] Nothing is going to take you. I swear it.

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Ouch. That really hurt ;-;. Chokes slightly.]

You know what I meant! 

[thetrenchcoatangel]

I can guess and I’m pretty sure that went did this dance before and it makes me want to beat the shit out of you.

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

Go ahead. I ain’t gonna stop you.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

You're an idiot. A complete and utter fucking fool!

[slams him against the wall again before wrapping his arms tight around him, burying his face in Dean's neck]

I won't let them take you. I won't let anyone take you. You're mine. They can't have you.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[slams him against the wall with a small snarl]

IT DOES YOU IDIOT!

What do you mean you have thirteen days? What. Did. You. Do?

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Ouch. That really hurt ;-;. Chokes slightly.]

You know what I meant! 

[thetrenchcoatangel]

I can guess and I'm pretty sure that went did this dance before and it makes me want to beat the shit out of you.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[takes in a deep breath fighting to remain calm] What did you do?

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Pained laughter] It doesn’t matter.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[slams him against the wall with a small snarl]

IT DOES YOU IDIOT!

What do you mean you have thirteen days? What. Did. You. Do?

[thetrenchcoatangel]

I’ll never be better off without you!

[grabs his hands pushing him back against the wall] Yes you can! Stop giving up! I love you and I want you here and nothing is going to change that!

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Chokes back his tears.]

Thirteen days, Cas- I got thirteen days…

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[takes in a deep breath fighting to remain calm] What did you do?

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

You have to be! You have to be better!

[He’s shouting now, face red, hands moving to grab at Cas’.]

I can’t, Cas! I can’t-

[thetrenchcoatangel]

I'll never be better off without you!

[grabs his hands pushing him back against the wall] Yes you can! Stop giving up! I love you and I want you here and nothing is going to change that!

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Green eyes do their best to avoid those blue ones, doesn’t even bother trying to get out of Cas’s grip.]

Selfish, stupid? That’s just me, isn’t it? Everything I do, in the end, it’s just to make me feel better. I can’t, Cas. I can’t tell you this.. And,  yeah, I’m being selfish.. Because I don’t want you to look at me that way, and if I tell you there’s no taking it back.

I’ve always known it’d end like this, it’s not a surprise. It’s what I deserve, after all the shit I’ve pulled in my life. I don’t want to leave you- or her. Or any of this, but I don’t have a choice.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

No Dean! You're selfish because you think that no one will care! That will be better off! We won't be! I won't be. Why can't you understand that?

[shakes him slightly, knuckles white from gripping his shirt]

You deserve so much more then what you think and I want you to have it. Why don't you understand that? You always have a choice- you just never try to find other options!

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[Growls, stepping away from Cas.]

          Well, you shouldn’t have looked. You should just mind your own damn business. [Pause]

          I’m leaving. I can’t do this, alright? All of this. [Gestures to the house around them]          I just ain’t cut-out for it… So, I’m gonna do what’s best for everybody here and just go.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[Growls right back, puffing himself up and moving into Dean's space] Enough shit Dean. Enough.

You can do this, and you know it. You're just running from something and it's not me. It's not Ariella. It's not this house or this life. It's something though and I'm sick of watching you do dumb shit and having to pay the price.

[Grabs at Dean's shirt, hauling him forward] What's best is for you to be here. With your family. With your daughter and your husband. You're being selfish and stupid and I'm sick of it.

You're not leaving. You're going to stop this nonsense and tell me whats going on- so we can deal with it together.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Because you’ve been overly emotional, clingy and have been writing extremely depressing letters in the dead of night, when you think I’m not watching.

You’ve either been cursed, make some sort of half assed deal with something, have a terminal disease or are considering doing something insanely idiotic in the near future.

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

[His stomach turns, he can’t tell him. He can’t tell him that he screwed up again. He can’t put him through that. Castiel can’t know.]

                    It’s nothing. [Angry huff]                         You shouldn’t have been going through my trash, Cas.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

[squints at Dean his head turning to the side curiously]

It's not nothing. If it were nothing, you would tell me what it was. You also wouldn't be writing me letters about leaving again.

[rolls his eyes, crossing his arms] I didn't go through your trash, you left bits all over the floor. I wanted to know what you'd be writing over and over.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Dean Winchester, what did you do now?

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

Why’s it gotta be me that’s done something?

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Because you've been overly emotional, clingy and have been writing extremely depressing letters in the dead of night, when you think I'm not watching.

You've either been cursed, make some sort of half assed deal with something, have a terminal disease or are considering doing something insanely idiotic in the near future.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Dean Winchester, what did you do now?

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

Dog Dean Afternoon

[rambleonsingmysong-deactivated2]

"Not gonna be nice to the cat, that cat ain’t caused me nothing but trouble since I brought him home. Bastard even gets to sleep on the damn bed." He mumbled to himself.

[thetrenchcoatangel]

Cas returned a split second later, with a large paper bag. "Thank you for not mauling the cat." Chuckles  going to set the bag down on the table. "I got two slices of pie for you."