I'm an angel, you ass.

“An angel? I’m a god. So you have wings and all that shit? That’s so cool man. Take me flying sometime.” He jokes. “wanna grab some food? Or do angels eat? I know nothing about angels at all.” He smiles. “How long have you been awake from the cryosleep?”

A God? Castiel wondered who, exactly, he was speaking to, and he narrowed his eyes. He didn’t feel the same as the other gods he’d met, but he didn’t feel human, either. It was incredibly strange. “I can no longer fly. My wings are severely damaged, as are the other angels’.” It was still a sore spot, several years later. The guilt lingered and tore at him, one of his many failures; every angel falling from Heaven due to his own naivety. But he didn’t discuss that. “I don’t eat, but I could accompany you.” He supposed he could try to figure out more about what was going on, this way, find out what the other knew. “A couple of weeks. It doesn’t make sense. I should never have been asleep at all. How long have you been awake?”

He laughs. “It’s an expression. The bees knees means you’re cool You’ve never heard someone calling someone else the bees knees?” He asks curiously. “Where are you from? I’ve heard a lot of sayings as I’m immortal.”

“No,” Castiel responded. He quite liked the expression, though. He wasn’t quite sure how bees knees correlated with a person being cool, but bees themselves were incredibly interesting. He decided he would try to use it in future. “Heaven. My name is Castiel, and I’m an angel.” He had to stop himself from adding ‘of the Lord’. It was his usual introduction, a title that had felt appropriate up until recently, but he no longer wanted any affiliation with God. He wanted him dead. 

MIND WAS TRYING TO compensate for not remembering what happened. trying its best to f i l l the gaps that were poked into her mind. brows knitted together, “i vaguely remember—” chewing on her lower lip with a soft sigh, “i think i was in a brightly lit store of some sort—- seems like it was a brightly lit store ??” still unsure of her own answer, “i’m not quite sure, i think i’m having a hard time remembering ?? do you think that’s ON PURPOSE ??” in many ways, it made sense until it didn’t, trying to figure out in her own mind all by herself was giving her a headache. “i don’t know how— or why— or if this is even REAL ?? we are here, no matter what !! i think we’re going to be stuck here as long as this ship is RUNNING !!”

“It’s difficult to say for certain,” Castiel offered, frowning slightly. The woman was definitely as confused as he was, and he thought their lack of memory was likely the key to figuring everything out. “But I suspect so. My own memory is just as unclear, which is strange in itself; angels don’t tend to have such issues.” Unless their memory was wiped entirely, but every time Naomi had done so to him, he’d had no memory remaining. He still had his memory, it just suddenly cut off, blank until he woke up here. “This is reality, but unfortunately, that’s the only answer I can give.” He sighed. “Any other information you have would be incredibly useful.”

“Man I look good today. My hair is impeccable my suit is great. I’m just the bees knees. Do humans say that anymore I’m not sure.” He says to the person beside him. He was very confident and a bit narcissistic. But he couldn’t help it. It’s who he was.

Castiel tilted his head in confusion, staring the man down as though trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. “I don’t see any bees, or their knees,” he stated. Was he missing something? “I don’t understand. In what way are you a bee’s knee?” 

Jumping down from the net with a thank you to the man for helping, Rapunzel soon looked surprised by his questions. “Injured?” Looking up to the top of the tower she had been standing on a few minutes ago, she realized what he meant. Oh! No, I’m fine! I jumped on purpose. It’s a game. I thought it was an odd game at first too but now I know it kind of feels like flying.” A bashful smile appeared on her face and she corrected herself, “Not that I know what flying is like. I’ve only ever dreamed of it but I like to think it’s similar except without the falling and the net.” Turning back to said net, Rapunzel hurried to gather her hair in her arms so the next person could take their turn. “Would you like to try it? I’m going back up myself.”

“It is an odd game,” Castiel agreed. He didn’t understand why humans would put themselves in danger like that, fun or not. There were much safer ways of having fun, like board games and Netflix, and lots more that he’d never tried, he was sure. But why not give it a try? A fall from that height would do no damage to him, and he supposed it would be a good idea for him to stick around in case the woman did get hurt, anyway. That way he'd be around to heal her. It would greatly minimise the danger. “Alright. I’ll give it a try.” He frowned slightly, letting her lead the way. “You have a lot of hair. It seems awfully impractical.”

“oh what in the hell is this,“ arthur half cried as he walked into the salty salmon, a look of horror and anger struck across his face as it seemed to be completely covered with little furry balls of fluff. “who the hell’s got an animal on board? ain’t we supposed to not have them here?” he poked his head out the door and yelled, looking for anyone that would look at him. when someone did catch his eye, he pointed accusingly at them. “you. you got something to explain to me about all this?”

“My, don’t go blaming me,” Rowena responded in a thick accent, hand to her chest as though she was greatly offended. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d caused chaos, but if she was going to terrorise the ship, it would’ve been in a much different manner. These things were just annoying. “I wouldn’t dream of bringing those ghastly things on board. You can point those grubby fingers elsewhere, thank you very much.”

“YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME !!” uhura knew what these f l u f f y creatures were, knowing they could not harm anyone. though - she worried, if left alone, all could RUN RAMPANT and reproduce. rapidly, too. brows knitted together, “how did these get on board ??” starting to notice them more frequently as she walked the halls of the ship, “and how are we going to get these off ??” eyeing the person beside her, “have you been seeing a lot of these ??”

Charlie had a couple of the adorable creatures cradled in her arms, grinning from ear to ear. Shw was totally gonna keep them, given the chance. “No idea, but they’re super cute, right? They’re so fluffy!” She enthused, smile falling when she realised the woman looked pretty tense. Pretty period, but tense, as though something was really wrong. “Hey, are you okay? Oh god, they’re not, like, venomous or something, right? ‘Cause that’d be the worst.”

“What? What are you looking a- what the heck is that thing? I don’t remember seeing anything like that on the planet we were on.” Billy wasn’t sure if he should back away from it slowly, or quickly, or stay where he was. Powering up definitely wasn’t the right thing to do this time he figured, because what he was sure of was that he didn’t want to spook whatever that furry creature was that he was staring at. “Is it just me or does it remind you of a gremlin? Please say it’s just me. Those movies gave me nightmares and after encountering plants that nearly succeeded in eating me, I really don’t want to find out gremlins are real too.”

“You mean mogwai,” Charlie replied, crouching down next to the creature. She thought it was actually super cute, reaching out a hand to gently touch it. It seemed friendly. Familiar, somehow, like she’d seen something like this somewhere before, but she couldn’t place where. “I dunno, dude, I think it’s just you. But let’s not feed them after midnight, totally not worth testing that theory.” After carefully bringing the creature into her hands, she straightened up with a grin. “Come on, these guys are adorable! They’re not gonna hurt ya, see?” To emphasise her point, she brushed one of her hands over the creature’s fur, smiling wider at the sound it made. “Wanna hold it?”

jason looked over at the man before glancing down at his ‘fbi’ credentials and then looked back up at him with a raised brow. this should be fun. “uh well, my arrival on the ship was probably the same exact way as everyone else’s, my guy.” he paused and then gestured between them, “you know, cryrosleep? or some shit like that, i wasn’t paying much attention to it all but i just know one damn thing, i didn’t volunteer for this.” he huffed, pushing himself off the wall and nodding to the other. “what’s your deal? and you know, just for pointers, the fbi doesn’t exist anymore.”

Castiel frowned at the sound of the man’s voice, paying little to no attention to what he was saying. The voice was too familiar, and it sounded like-- “Dean?” he breathed, the sound barely audible, something leaping in his vessel's chest before he got a closer look. No. It wasn’t Dean. This was someone else, somehow. A different soul contained within a body that resembled him exactly. What was going on here? This didn’t make any sense, unless...

“You’re a shapeshifter,” he stated, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. He didn’t think much beyond that. Within seconds he was slamming the stranger up against the wall, pinning him there by his chest and glaring right into his eyes. “I will say this once, and only once. You will shift into another being, and you will never take Dean Winchester’s appearance again. Are we understood?”

<TENTH DOCTOR> 

“Oh, fire away! Only problem, I’m a passenger aboard the ship as well, so I can’t say I know a whole lot about it.” The Doctor shot him a happy grin. “Still, I sort of know abit about space ships – well, a lot – and I can definitely tell you that –”

He paused. “Oh, you want to know about my arrival.” He shrugged. “Woke up from cryosleep, same as everyone else. A bit weird, mind you, because ordinarily, cryosleep doesn’t work on Time Lords.”

That caught Castiel’s interest, and his brow furrowed in thought. He didn’t know what a Time Lord was, but the man wasn’t human, he could sense as much, so he believed him. It seemed they were in similar situations. At first, he had put the anomaly down to Chuck, something to get him out of the way while he continued to toy with Sam and Dean, but now that didn’t seem quite so likely, not if there were others. “I have no previous experience with cryosleep, but I would assume it wouldn’t work on angels, either. We usually don’t sleep at all,” he thought aloud. “Did you board the ship willingly?”

jack had a lot of questions, however… unfortunately for him, there was no one to ask. at least, no one who would know the answer. so far that he had seen, anyway. it saddened him, knowing he apparently here all alone – no one around who knew him or vice versa – but there wasn’t a whole lot he felt he could do about it. despite being who, or perhaps rather what, he was… he couldn’t help but almost feel powerless towards the situation. having been volunteered for this program, that only added to his feeling of powerlessness. caught up in his own head, he almost doesn’t realize there’s a familiar presence in his midst. not until his name is being spoken and he’s wrapped up in a hug. “cass,” jack says, breathing out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he’d even be holding in. his arms are limp at his sides for a moment before he brings them up to return the hug, wrapping his arms around his father figure. “i don’t know how i got here,” he admits, a frown falling across his face. “i thought… i thought i was dead. and then there was just… a lot of sitting around in the dark. awake, but all alone.”

“You were dead,” Castiel told him bluntly, his voice cracking with relief. As though barely able to believe it, he pulled back out of the hug to look the boy in the eyes. It was really Jack. He was here, alive and whole, his soul somehow returned to him and as bright as ever. “Chuck killed you. The dark, that was the Empty.” He paused, brow furrowing. Jack shouldn’t have been awake, he should’ve been asleep like every other creature there. Except Cas. He didn’t linger on it; the reasoning behind the two of them being the only ones to ever be awake in the Empty, or to escape from the empty, was unimportant and irrelevant. Those questions could be asked later. For now, there were too many other things to be putting their efforts into. “You’re not alone now. I don’t have any answers for you, but we will find them together.” He paused once more, a frown appearing on his features. There was something Jack should know. “It’s a great relief that you’re alive, Jack. And Sam and Dean, they would have felt the same way. The way they treated you before... they were afraid, but they loved you. As do I. We failed to protect you, and for that, I would like to give my apologies.”

“You’re welcome mate.” She smiles at him. “My TARDIS is my time machine. It gets me anywhere I need to go in time. And my species is Gallifreyan.” She was wary of this man. But she was wary on the ship. “Like an hour or so? What about you?”

Time travel wasn’t unheard of for Castiel. In fact, he’d been able to do it himself for almost all of his existence. Not for the last few years, however. Not since the fall, since every angel’s wings were destroyed. “Then we must locate your TARDIS, I need to use it,” he stated plainly, giving a single, firm nod. With it, he could travel back in time to before he was in cryosleep, he and Jack could return to their family. “Five days, three hours, and thirty-two minutes.”

She did it. She survived the drop tower in the arcade. Why was the drop tower considered fun? Rapunzel couldn’t do much more than try to get her bearings after free falling thirty-five feet to the net below. Watching her hair drift down to the net much slower than she fell, Rapunzel began to smile. Maybe it was a little bit fun. Realizing she wanted to go again, Rapunzel tried, unsuccessfully, to get off the net. “Can someone help me down, please?”

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Castiel had been looking around, investigating the ship further, and he’d made a mental note to bring Jack to the arcade at some point. It seemed like something he might enjoy. Dean, too, if he’d been here, but he tried not to allow himself to linger on that. His best friends may not have been here, but he was blessed to have his son. Or, well, perhaps blessed was the wrong word. Thankfully, he didn’t have to try for too long, the sound of a woman’s voice catching his attention. Brow furrowed, he stepped towards the net and looked up. Had she fallen all of that way? Worried for her, he reached for the net and pulled it down, offering her a hand. “Are you injured?” he questioned, concerned. “Can you move?”