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knight-in-red-lipstick:

Abaddon’s smile grew. “Who do you think runs these demons? Lucifer? He’s too busy trying to keep alive himself.”

She put her hand towards the gun barrel, moving it away from her without even touching it. “You really think that gun’s gonna work on me?” she smirked.

Castiel took in a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back. “You know, the old king of Hell— Crowley. What, did you kill him or did he tuck his tail and run?”

But as the gun moved and he heard the question, he only shook his head. “No, I don’t. It’s just more of my own assurance of safety. But I don’t know if it works on knights of Hell, but I do know an exorcism that might work or at least give me enough time to high tail it out of here.”

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knight-in-red-lipstick:

Abaddon’s attitude persisted. “And you deserved to lose that grace, mister. You messed up pretty bad as an angel,” she cocked a brow. 

There was no way she would let him have the last word at that. She was already questioning herself on why she was still talking and not just ripping his ribs out one by one already.

“I did, but you know what’s funny?” Castiel started, letting any trace of his snicker fade away as he cocked his gun, “At least I managed to move up in ranks when I was an angel. I was able to be God. And what are you? Stuck at just the rank of being a demon? Knight of Hell if I remember right?”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to be taunting and slowly growing aggressing towards a demon. Actually, it was like a death sentence but as children would say, ‘She started it.’

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knight-in-red-lipstick:

Abaddon could clearly see the hesitation in him. “Oh, that whole meteor shower catastrophe? Wish I was there to see it, but I was burning.” She hissed her last word. 

Such a long time of that burning. Hell, she could still feel it. “Sorry for your loss, I guess,” she rolled her eyes. “I guess that explains the… gun.”

“You deserved to burn, sweetheart,” Castiel purred, dull blue eyes narrowing some as he shifted his weight onto one leg. There was no way he was going to take his eyes off of her, nor lower his gun for that matter.

“Knowing a creature like you, I don’t honestly believe you mean that sorry. I think you’re just saying it because you think it’s appropriate. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a small snicker escaping him though. “I gotta be right.”

I’m actually a really shy person.

milleyblack:

Like when you first meet me, our conversation is going to be awkward no matter what because I wouldn’t have any idea what to talk about. It’s also worse when you’re cute. But if you wait a little I’ll get comfortable talking with you. Then I’ll start talking so much that it’ll annoy you. I really do talk a lot.

 

(Source: the-zeeuh)

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knight-in-red-lipstick:

fallenangelofheaven:

Castiel inhaled sharply, instinctively raising his gun to aim at the woman once turned around. Either this woman was a demon or a Croat that didn’t want to stay dead. Either way, she wasn’t human and that was visible from the sewing lines along the base of her neck.

“…I’m not sure. I don’t believe so,” he replied, taking a few steps back to put distance between the two. “Does the name Castiel ring any bells?”

Abaddon widened her eyes a bit and took her hand back. What happened to this Angel that hung around the boys who pieced her together?

“Castiel?” Her eyes shrunk a bit and a small smile appeared on her face. “My my, what happened to you?” 

Castiel let out a quiet huff at the question. A lot had happened, actually. Women, drugs, the damn apocalypse. But, everything seemed to narrow down to one event that he still blamed himself for.

“A lot since I had my grace taken from me and I was cast down,” he replied calmly, knowing he couldn’t let his voice fade on the subject. It’d been a year or two and it still scarred and hurt him. How?…

fallenangelofheaven think the Volkswagen Beetle is cute

thelittlestnovak:

Claire let out a hiss as a branch scratched her leg. She didn’t know what she signed up for when she left her home, but running around in a forest wasn’t it. It wasn’t glamorous and the rainboots she had on weren’t stopping her feet from freezing. Of course, it was pouring down rain, she looked like a half drowned albino something.

“Listen here, you stupid whatever you are. My feet are frozen. My beloved beetle is currently covered in mud and I lost my shotgun and I am not happy. If you’d just, I don’t know, let me finish this so I could go find my dad?”

She was just about to pull out her pistol when she thought she heard something behind her. “Hello? That you, whatever you are?”

It was only instinct for Castiel to make a patrol. It was for the safety of the camp— to shoot down any Croats or demons that would stray too close to the area. Sure he should’ve gone in a group, but he was more nimble and agile when along. It felt like other were just dragging him down.

But when hearing a female voice sounding like she was scolding either herself or the rain, he cocked his gun warily and rose it to shoulder level, slowly creeping forward. He only let out a quiet swear under his breath when snapping a twig under his boot. But, at least it would be easier to have the woman facing him to see if she was a demon or Croat compared to seeing her back.

“Hands where I can see them. State your name and intention for being out here alone and all that crap,” he drawled, clearly tired of repeating the same thing over and over. But it didn’t take him long to notice who it was: Claire, his vessel’s daughter. Oh, it was going to be a fun time with her, he could already feel it…

it’s a dog eat dog world [ m!a: germen shepherd ; open ]

somethingxbroken:

          [ Hopping over a rotten log, he sloped down the small hills, kicking over dust and twigs as he passed. He did not really mind that the other was playing with his tail… Okay, maybe he did. But he did not respond to it. However, after some time, he growled and turned his head, nipping at his fingers. It wasn’t meant to hurt him, just a warning, before he lifted his upper lip. ] 

          [ But just as quickly he had moved on and started forward once more. It wasn’t like he could answer any of his questions, unless he understood barks and grunting. Which he highly doubted. ]

          “Maybe I should focus more on a spray on muzzle,” the fallen angel teased under his breath, withdrawing his hands and folding them behind his back. If the dog wanted to be snappy, let it be snappy. It didn’t make his urge to play with his tail die down though. After a few seconds, he decided to bat the tail once more behind looking away and tucking his hand behind him once more.

          “What I want to know is how you know where the supply cabin is, puppy,” he decided to say, speaking up more than before as he looked over the black and brown coat once more, tempted to just tug lightly at the pointed ears but resisting the urge. The scent from the cabin had to be strong. There was no other way that the canine knew where it was going.

somethingxbroken:

          [ Dean was always quick with actions. Even if Castiel turned early and put him at risk, no doubt he would let him go that far. He would not do that to him, leave him with the guilt. It was not his arrogance that made him so certain, just a little gut feeling. And if there was anything he learned throughout his entire life, it was to always trust his gut. ] 

— Yeah, sorry… —

          [ He wished that moving around would not cause him so much pain. If he could, he would carry him. But he wanted to leave the fallen angel with as much dignity as he could if he was going to go out. The hunter could not bring himself to look at him, so he kept his gaze ahead of himself, watching the trees warily with a stoic expression. ]

          Castiel kept his head hung, doing his best to even out his breathing pace as he forced himself through each step. Sure it hurt like Hell but he knew it wouldn’t last too long the faster they got away from camp. Which, in a sense, was a good thing, pulling his lips into a small smile as he allowed faded eyes to close.

          There was a moments silence from him before he broke into another coughing fit, using his sleeve to cover it. He wasn’t at all surprised when he cracked an eye to look at the specks of blood that stained it. It seemed as if his purer, or drugged would be the better word, blood was being forced out.

          “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad—” he started, though choked out the words through a faint smile. He knew that Mary would always sing the song to Dean and Sam at night as their own little lullaby  and it always held more meaning whether it be in the context or the words themselves. “—Take a sad song, and make it better…”

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knight-in-red-lipstick:

Abaddon stepped over the rubble on the ground and walked towards the man with the gun, suspecting it was another demon who failed to report back. She stepped behind him and turned him around. 

“You’re not a demon, but you’re familiar. Do I know you?” she asked, trying to piece out the pieces in her head.

Castiel inhaled sharply, instinctively raising his gun to aim at the woman once turned around. Either this woman was a demon or a Croat that didn’t want to stay dead. Either way, she wasn’t human and that was visible from the sewing lines along the base of her neck.

“…I’m not sure. I don’t believe so,” he replied, taking a few steps back to put distance between the two. “Does the name Castiel ring any bells?”