#;des threads

Des believes this man to be lying. He finds it very unlikely that he would have dropped one of his guns, and even more unlikely that it wouldn't have caused a sort of distressed reaction from the crowd he's in if he had dropped it.

Still, someone with stealthy enough fingers to pull it off of him catches his interest at once.

"did i?" He asks, tone just a little too sweet. But still, he smiles, and then he takes the weapon without another word, pulling his shirt up momentarily to tuck it away safely on his person. "well, i'll have to be just a little bit more careful, won't i?"

The God hums, and reaches down, brushing a calloused hand against Nightmare's cheek, caressing it for just a moment, before he lets out a bellowing laugh.

The fall of an empire was a sad sight to see. Des had come into existence after the fall of a grand empire, a world full of empires, fallen. He had come into a world broken, a world destroyed, a world in ruin. And he had brought it back from the brink.

To see an empire fallen celebrated filled Des with distaste, but the celebration does not exactly surprise him. A rival empire is a rival empire. Rival Gods are Rival Gods.

Still, the god clicks his tongue to show his displeasure, though it seems more like a gentle scolding than it does true displeasure. Hades reminded him of his brother. Not only because his brother, too, ran the world beneath the world, but in their strange way of celebrating the decline of civilization.

"celebrate? hardly." But his smile reappears, his hands clasp together at his chest, and he looks at the bow with wonder. A bow was not his weapon of choice, but revealing his guns to a world not yet entirely aware of them seemed like a silly idea.

"it has been some time since i have used a bow. no, no, a man i know used one, though. a follower of mine, he'd have been a fine ri'der... it is such a shame he disappeared." Des's face clouds, but only for a moment, before that easy smile is back, and he takes the bow. Softly humming, he looks it over, knocks and arrow, and takes his aim.

A moment later, the arrow goes flying, and hits its mark, just next to where Hades's arrow had landed. Des's smile broadens.

“Oh, my darling, I wouldn’t dream of allowing a weary wanderer to sleep in that which they travel in!” And may it be said that the blankets he gives will actually suit and fit around the other man’s large body. Everything in Des’s home, humble as it may be, was suited to his size... Which was something similar to The Duke’s. 

Never before has Des seen Castiel cry. Never, as far as he can remember, anyhow. Cas has seen Des cry... Countless times, yes, and has offered comfort in those times. And now the roles were reversed. It made Des’s heart ache to see his dear friend suffering so much. Slowly, he inhales, reaching his large hands out. One cups Cas’s cheek, the other settles softly on his shoulder. 

A wide grin spreads against his tan cheeks as Des raises a hand in greeting. Divinity recognizes divinity, does it not? 

Des watches patiently, hands holding each other and resting on his belly, eyebrows raised ever so slightly. Humans could be ever so stubborn, which was charming in some right, but distressing in another. 

“Now, hush.” The man, this utter giant of a man, holding several feet over Sam, comes striding over, his long gray hair flowing out behind him and softly fluttering in the wind. “For you bleed, and you hurt. I’d stop that for you, if you’d like.” 

It starts off as humming, Hmm, hm hm, hmm, hm hmm, soft and sweet and utterly unconcerned for anything dark or dirty and scary. He who walks, who hums, has nothing but sweetness and confidence, love and light, and fear does not come easy to those who shine. 

The hum breaks into song, the voice soft and sweet, the kind of thing you may hear on the street and find yourself weeping for reasons you can’t seem to explain. 

“ Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road “

The cold bite of winter was starting to take hold. And to those on the streets, these were dangerous times. And not all those who passed them by were kind. Not at all. But this man is. He’s very large, a hulking figure with bright blue eyes and tan skin speckled over with golden freckles. He’s an older gentleman, by the looks of it, but a gentleman all the same, 

A smile spreads across his features, as he settles down next to Orion, opening the to-go box he had with him, and pulling out a sandwich. One half, he holds out, offering it to the man he’s joined.