Angel with a shotgun- wait, he doesn't have one

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Characters: Castiel and all of you.
Setting: See under the cut.
Format: Prose or brackactions, I'm okay with anything!~
Summary: Castiel explores the new floors, being socially awkward as usual.
Warnings: TBA.


Floor Thirteen: Cathedral

The house of his Father, or at least, that's what it seems to be. Castiel takes a quick look around, taking note of the murmurs he hears. It doesn't seem like angel communication, since he can't make out what the murmurs are, but they are soft enough to make him feel like he's connected to his brethren again. Taking a seat in one of the pews, he closes his eyes, head bowed and hands clasped together.

"Father..."

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Floor Twelve: Space

It felt like the beginning of time again, when his Father created the heavens and the Host. Castiel looks up into the dark sky in awe and reverence for his Father's creations, seemingly at peace. He's still aware of his surroundings; he's merely taking the time to praise the Lord in his mind.

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Floor Eleven: No Walls

Castiel grunts when he feels pressure on his wings, as if an external force is keeping them inside his vessel. Glancing around, he notices the lack of walls on this floor, which, he deduces, could be the reason to his clipped wings. Everything in this room is strange, and the angel decides not to linger too long, unless he bumps into someone on the stairs.

Comments

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Personal space isn't much of an issue with Castiel, having getting into Dean's space every now and then, but having this troll girl this close to him and sniffing him is pretty much making him nervous and cautious.

"I am watching the universe," he groused out, standing his ground. "It is my Father's work of art."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Cherry syrup red, like all humans, and that sharp, grape juice scent of the collars, but there's something... Brighter that she can't quite place under all of that. She raises her eyebrows at his answer, rocking back on her heels. "Who's your father?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

He lets out a breath he doesn't know he was holding when she moves away. Maybe this is why most people felt intimidated when he stands too close to them.

"My Father is God. He is the Creator." And he still doesn't believe that the trolls created him. Kanaya must be lying.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

She giggles, leaning forward again, though not nearly as close as she had before. "Ooooh, your human Jegus, right?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Jegus?" Surely she means Jesus, but it seems strange for trolls to have concepts like this. Shaking his head, Castiel looks up at the dark sky again. Trolls are such strange creatures. "Jesus is the Son."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

"I thought Jegus was some weird sky ghost." Nope, not bothering to correct herself. She peers up at him sightlessly again and then smiles, wide and shark-like. "But a god didn't make your universe, anyway!"

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"He is not a sky ghost," Castiel growls, getting pretty annoyed at this blasphemy. First Kanaya, and now this one. The angel is starting to dislike the trolls more. "I don't believe you."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

"It's true! In my timeline, anyway." This time she turns her attention to the ceiling and sniffs again, but she doesn't fare much better than before. "How can a god be your father?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Because I am an angel of the Lord."

He ignores the niggling fact that perhaps in another universe both Kanaya and this troll girl is right, looking down at her with a headtilt. The way she keeps sniffing is an indication of something, but what?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

"An angel? Sollux said paradox space uses angels to usher in the end." She reaches out, trying to poke him experimentally. "Is that what you do?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"I do not usher the end of anything." He ignores her pokes as well, still staring down at her. "I only do what the Lord tells me to do."

Sniffing, touching, generally trying to perceive the world outside of sight. Perhaps...

"You are blind."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

She giggles, letting her hand drop. "Yes!" But that is clearly not what interests her right now, and she charges on. "What do you do, then?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of things that Castiel does, but entertaining trolls is not one of them. And this inquisitive one is really rubbing him the wrong way.

Still, she isn't much of a threat. Yet.

"I am a soldier of Heaven. I guide the Righteous Man to his destiny."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

She tilts her head. "Who is the 'righteous man'? I thought Jegus was all peaceful! Why does he have soldiers?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Dean Winchester." Castiel mirrors her actions. "Soldiers are required to protect the Son and God."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

"Oh." She considers this. "Why is Dean Winchester so special? And aren't gods immortal, anyway?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Dean Winchester is the man who will stop the Apocalypse." The angel turns back towards the sky, not wanting to answer the second question. He isn't sure himself whether his Father is immortal, having heard of how Death will reap Him one day, but he will not believe it is so until he sees it with his own eyes.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

She considers this, reaching out to poke him again after a moment. "Welll, he is pretty bad at it! Your human planet is already destroyed."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"It is not destroyed." He's immune to her pokes now, but not to her constant verbal jabs. "I am sure of it. Lucifer will not rise."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

"It is!" She singsongs, giving him one last poke. "The Reckoning happened and everything. Who's Lucifer?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"The Apocalypse must be stopped."

He pauses at her question. Lucifer is the Devil, but to Castiel, he is still a brother, even after the exile from Heaven. He just doesn't approve of his older brother's decision, that's all.

"Lucifer is the one who will destroy Earth if he rises from Hell."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Her eyebrows knit together, and she sighs. "This is stupid! Your timeline is weird. What is that Dean human supposed to do about it?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

He allows himself a little smug look. "Dean is to stop Lucifer from rising."

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

She catches that and raises her eyebrows. "How?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"By preventing the Seals from breaking," he explains, as if it was common knowledge. "He and Sam have to stop Lilith from breaking all the Seals as well."