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Post by Castiel on Sept 20, 2013 21:12:20 GMT -5
Castiel had been staying at a hotel just for a few days. He had a fake credit card, and everything and he wanted that to help with his travels. He had seen Dean and Sam do it many times. Many, many times.... Cas was worried about Sam. He knew that the younger Winchester wasn’t doing all that great, at least thats what he heard. He felt like he was partially if not fully to blame for this, all of this. Metatron had lied...to all of them. He knew he should have listened to Naomi, but he also knew he had to stop beating himself up. The thing was, and the truth hurt...most of the angels were after him now...most of them wanted his head on a stick...or worse. He was scared to even think about it. Now that he was human...he knew he would have to hide.
He pulled up to the hotel room in a taxi cab. The truth was...he was scared. He had angels after him...angels.... he wasn’t sure how he could avoid them unless one of his brothers and sisters helped him hide from the angels as he hid Sam and Dean. That was the only way he could really think of. He was already slightly beaten up once, by an old ‘friend’ of his who ran into him in the street. The thing is...his eye was a bit swollen still from the punch and it was odd to him. All of this was odd and he wanted nothing more then to just let it end. Somehow. He wanted to fix Heaven, give his brothers and sisters everything they deserved....everything.
Castiel checked into the hotel room and sighed. He knew he shouldn’t pray. If he prayed then they all would hear him and they would all be at his back and trying to hunt him. That would be very very bad. He also knew that if he didn’t pray...he couldn’t find any brothers of his that actually would possibly help him. He was in a bind, that was the problem. He knew Crowley probably wanted him dead.... so he was avoiding letting the demon find him...and most people just didn’t like him.
He finally sighed. He figured if it got real bad he could draw the angelic symbols on the walls of his room. He decided to do the banishing symbol first just in case....he cut his hand, and let it bleed. He watched wide eyed, as it wasn’t something he was used to.
In fact he decided to attempt prayer and hope that he would get one of the angels that didn’t hate him. He sighed and sat down on his bed and looked up, “If...anyone can hear me....anyone at all...” Castiel said softly. “I know I don’t deserve this prayer, or even any part of Heaven....whats left of it.... I’m, very sorry. For everything. I was trying to help Heaven and I failed, miserably. I know this is possibly a suicidal prayer, being most of the angels want my head on a stick. Still, I had to try. If anyone out there, any one at all... cares to help me. It would be appreciated. I’m human now. Lost my wings, isn’t that punishment enough? I will never return home....nor do I want to. I just want to help, as much as I can. Please, should anyone hear me....please come. Unless of course your....attempting to kill me.” Castiel whispered. He sighed wondering if he just committed suicide or not. Now he just waited and looked up hoping someone who didn’t want him dead would come.
He pulled up to the hotel room in a taxi cab. The truth was...he was scared. He had angels after him...angels.... he wasn’t sure how he could avoid them unless one of his brothers and sisters helped him hide from the angels as he hid Sam and Dean. That was the only way he could really think of. He was already slightly beaten up once, by an old ‘friend’ of his who ran into him in the street. The thing is...his eye was a bit swollen still from the punch and it was odd to him. All of this was odd and he wanted nothing more then to just let it end. Somehow. He wanted to fix Heaven, give his brothers and sisters everything they deserved....everything.
Castiel checked into the hotel room and sighed. He knew he shouldn’t pray. If he prayed then they all would hear him and they would all be at his back and trying to hunt him. That would be very very bad. He also knew that if he didn’t pray...he couldn’t find any brothers of his that actually would possibly help him. He was in a bind, that was the problem. He knew Crowley probably wanted him dead.... so he was avoiding letting the demon find him...and most people just didn’t like him.
He finally sighed. He figured if it got real bad he could draw the angelic symbols on the walls of his room. He decided to do the banishing symbol first just in case....he cut his hand, and let it bleed. He watched wide eyed, as it wasn’t something he was used to.
In fact he decided to attempt prayer and hope that he would get one of the angels that didn’t hate him. He sighed and sat down on his bed and looked up, “If...anyone can hear me....anyone at all...” Castiel said softly. “I know I don’t deserve this prayer, or even any part of Heaven....whats left of it.... I’m, very sorry. For everything. I was trying to help Heaven and I failed, miserably. I know this is possibly a suicidal prayer, being most of the angels want my head on a stick. Still, I had to try. If anyone out there, any one at all... cares to help me. It would be appreciated. I’m human now. Lost my wings, isn’t that punishment enough? I will never return home....nor do I want to. I just want to help, as much as I can. Please, should anyone hear me....please come. Unless of course your....attempting to kill me.” Castiel whispered. He sighed wondering if he just committed suicide or not. Now he just waited and looked up hoping someone who didn’t want him dead would come.
