deanwincnester:

I don't fight anymore. I watch the bees.

violet-stone-rp:

"And how exactly would you give me a lift? I have a car, but it’s a couple of miles that way…" Her eyebrow raised. "I don’t see anything you could give me a lift on, unless you’re suggesting a piggyback, but if you could get me back to my car somehow that’d be great.”

He seemed awkward, this angel - almost lonely. She supposed if you were cast out by all your family and they were all you’d ever known you wouldn’t exactly have people to turn to.

Castiel hesitated before continuing, “I have…Wings.”
Extending his hand towards her forehead, he paused, “I will take you to your car, you just need to picture it for me so I can see what it looks like.”

what’s a game of chance to you?

violet-stone-rp:

A shrug rippled across her shoulders - after the failed hunt she’d simply wandered in frustration, with no sense of direction whatsoever. “I don’t have a clue. Maybe back to my motel room so I can get some rest before going after that bastard again, maybe I’ll just skip town as I’m not exactly at my best.”

He hesitated before speaking, “I can offer you a…lift. If it would be convenient for you.”
He shifted his vessels weight from one foot to the other, “I do not have anywhere I need to be after all.”

violet-stone-rp:

A rare giggle slipped past Violet’s tightly pursed lips - then another, then another, until she was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. It wasn’t even funny enough to warrant this response, but it had been so long since her life had had a little injection of humour that it was difficult to contain. 

"Oh, sweetheart, you look so confused. You’re not an enemy, so yeah, for now you’re a friend; and I don’t know about other people, but I call my friends twats all the time. It’s not really offensive. It’s kind of an affectionate way of calling someone an idiot."

Castiel couldn’t work this girl out. One minute she was suspicious, then angry, then laughing uncontrollably.
He had ascertained however, that she was no threat and that she was insulting him in the name of affection. He decided it was not unpleasant and that he would allow it.
All the same, he couldn’t stay here in the open indefinitely, “Where are you going from here?”

violet-stone-rp:

"I’ve grown up knowing - I don’t know what I’d prefer, as I’ve never experienced the ignorance. I’m part of the clean up crew, I guess, so the oblivious get to enjoy the façade."

The soft lines of laughter began to crease her face at his clear confusion. “Oh my god, I don’t want to mate, you complete twat of an angel. It’s English slang for… Friend, I guess? Person you know casually? Less formal than acquaintance? It’s difficult to explain. Don’t- just don’t worry about it.”

Castiel blinked, “You see me as a friend?”
He contemplated her words, he’d never had a friend before. Other Angels were his brothers and sisters, they were comrades.
There was still some confusion as to why she was referring to him as a ‘vagina of an angel’ but perhaps it was supposed to be a sign of human affection.
He decided to ask, “I have translated twat to be slang for female genitalia. Do you commonly refer to your mates as such? Is it something friends do?”

New Beginning

olderthanyourjesus:

Godric let Castiel finish before he spoke again. This sounded all very sad to him.

"I am sorry that you have go through this", Godric replied, flashing a small, sad smile at the Angel. "I have watched nations fall and rise in my time, and it is never a nice thing."
He paused, letting out a soft sigh.
"Though i suppose it is harder when it is happening to your home."

Castiel inclined his head as he contemplated Godric’s words, “It is harder because it is my home you are right. However, I too have witnessed the fluctuating existence of civilisation unfold over the millenias. Heaven…Heaven was supposed to be infallible.”

violet-stone-rp:

One eyebrow arched up her pale forehead. “I’m a hunter, sweetheart. Does that seem like the kind of profession in which you’d tell the truth? People don’t want to know about the messy bits. They don’t want the crude, violent reality of things; they want the façade of their perfect little life, and anyone who gets in the way of that should be thrown in the loony bin. Honesty isn’t always the best policy, mate.”

Castiel tilted his head slightly, “Did you want to know the messy bits? The crude, violent reality? Would you rather be ignorant to the truth of this World’s dangers?”
His brow creased, “Mate?”
He was confused, she had demonstrated any reproductive interest thus far, “I am sorry, I do not know if I am compatible with humans as a mate.”

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