1. [ Castiel doesn't like to come out on arrival days. It's almost predictable, like clockwork. New people start to arrive, and with them come new monsters. Cas is careful; it's a survival mechanism just as much as it is a coping mechanism, because while he's adjusting to going back to fighting monsters, he's had his odd day where it was all too much for him. Dean becoming a demon; the day that Sam vanished; Azazel.
But he was also trying to build his own confidence back up. Today, he crept toward the Collosseum, then into it, with his angel blade held high. Maybe he looked just a little bit terrifying, walking around like that, a man with frantic hair and a sharp, long blade, wearing a tan trenchcoat, an oversized suit jacket and nurse shoes. Oh, he's so frightening.
Perhaps you meet him when he's lowered his blade, crouching carefully beside a pitcher plant. Poor thing. It eats insects, but all the food there is in Hadriel is...well. Bees. And they're very close to his heart. Not that the pitcher plant doesn't deserve to have a little something to eat...
With a sigh, Castiel picks up the pot. It's his to look after now. ]
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2. [ Castiel spends an evening or two at the clinic, but he goes out into the field, too, looking for people who need helping, who need healing. As an angel, he can touch someone and heal their wounds, bring them back to full health. It's such a simple thing, even if the other person is close to death.
And with those monsters out there, it's important to...to brave the storm, face down those creatures, and find those that need him, if they can't make it to the clinic on their own. ]
Castiel | OTA + healing
But he was also trying to build his own confidence back up. Today, he crept toward the Collosseum, then into it, with his angel blade held high. Maybe he looked just a little bit terrifying, walking around like that, a man with frantic hair and a sharp, long blade, wearing a tan trenchcoat, an oversized suit jacket and nurse shoes. Oh, he's so frightening.
Perhaps you meet him when he's lowered his blade, crouching carefully beside a pitcher plant. Poor thing. It eats insects, but all the food there is in Hadriel is...well. Bees. And they're very close to his heart. Not that the pitcher plant doesn't deserve to have a little something to eat...
With a sigh, Castiel picks up the pot. It's his to look after now. ]
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2. [ Castiel spends an evening or two at the clinic, but he goes out into the field, too, looking for people who need helping, who need healing. As an angel, he can touch someone and heal their wounds, bring them back to full health. It's such a simple thing, even if the other person is close to death.
And with those monsters out there, it's important to...to brave the storm, face down those creatures, and find those that need him, if they can't make it to the clinic on their own. ]